[ wp ] Years ago , you made a deal with the Devil to be granted a single wish . All your memories of the deal were then wiped . Years later , your wish is fulfilled and you are about to find out what price your younger self was willing to pay to make it come true .

I was exhausted from the 12 hour labour, but I had finally given birth to my beautiful baby girl. Even from the beginning, when she had first opened her eyes, I knew she was going to grow up to be a beautiful girl. Because she was my daughter. And since I was 18, I had always been told that I was beautiful. 
 
 It was n't always like that. When I was younger, I had been bullied for my big nose, buck teeth and terrible acne. But as I grew up, my face started to grow so that my nose became cute and button-like in comparison. My teeth straightened out and my skin cleared up. My huge blue eyes, which used to be owlish and scared, now seemed sexy and deep. 
 
 The doctor came in. 
 
 `` I'm going to need to take your daughter, Ms. Hale,'' he said, but something was off. Something about the tone of his voice, or the look in his eyes made me pause and hold my baby more tightly. 
 
 `` Where are you taking her? Why ca n't she stay here with me?'' 
 
 He took off his mask, and though his outer appearance never changed, I saw him for what he truly was. The Devil. His smile was malicious but his voice soft. 
 
 `` We made a deal, Ms. Hale. To be the most beautiful woman in the world, inside and out, until your death. And I kept my end of the bargain, and I'll carry on keeping it. Look at you. So beautiful. Your looks got you your modelling and actress jobs, you know that. Your husband too, and he loves you for your beautiful heart. Beauty, wealth, fame. Everywhere you go, people love you. Now its your turn to hold up your end of the deal. Your first-born child. Give her to me.'' 
 
 `` No! I never made a deal like that, even when I was young, I was n't stupid. I do n't remember anything like that! You're the Devil, you're tricking me!'' 
 
 `` Oh, really?'' 
 
 A hologram appeared in front of me, and I was looking at my 15 year old self. 
 
 *Are you sure you're willing to pay the price? * 
 
 *Yes, I'm not going to have children anyway. Anything's better than this bullying. Beauty, and from beauty stems power, wealth, fame and love. I wo n't want children anyway, when I'm a famous actress. * 
 
 *Sign the deal in blood then. * 
 
 I saw myself prick my thumb and press it to the bottom of the Faustian contract, and knew it was true. 
 
 `` Ah, the bond between a mother and child. There's nothing else like it in this world. Such sorrow at losing a child. Mmmmmm.'' He licked his lips. `` There is a way, however, to save your daughter.'' 
 
 `` How? What should I do?'' I cried, `` I'll do anything! Just do n't take my daughter!'' 
 
 He laughed. 
 
 `` You can trade her. For your husband, or your sister. Up to you.'' 
 
 This was more terrible than if he had ripped my daughter from my arms and taken her away. A choice, that I would have to sacrifice one of the people most dear to me, to save another. My sweet, kind, patient husband, who had been my best friend for the past 8 years. He was always there when I needed him, with words of comfort and advice. My fiery, passionate sister, who had had my back since she was born. Though younger than me, she protected me as best she could from the bullies, throwing punches and kicks that I wanted to, but never would have dared. Her bluntness, honesty and wicked sense of humour had motivated me when I was down, and grounded me when I was flying high. I would rather die than lose them. 
 
 The Devil in his disguise cackled. 
 
 `` No, no, none of that. You made a deal. If you kill yourself, they all die with you. If you do n't make a choice, they all die, and you will remain. You have 24 hours.'' 
 
 And with that, he was gone.
