[ WP ] What would you do for a klondike bar ?

You awaken on a sofa, within a dilapidated apartment. The clock on the wall reads 3:50, but the windows are boarded shut, not letting you know which it is: morning or afternoon. Taking mental stock, you try to remember what happened in the last 12 hours. All you can recall is walking into a bar last night. You begin to feel a mild burn as you try to move, like you were left in the sun for hours on end. You do n't remember anything like this, except that one time, 20 years ago, when you ran around outside, naked as a child for hours. 
 
 Everything hurts. Your arms have marks on them, which look suspiciously like rope burns. You can see welts on your wrists, which remind of you when the time you got your first DUI, and the officer put on the handcuffs too tight. Even after sleeping for what must have been hours, you are downright exhausted, like you just ran a marathon. 
 
 Looking around, you spot scorch marks on the floor. Several empty, unmarked glass bottles occupy the coffee table. Whips and chains occupy the walls, handcuffs and collars hang from nails. You recognize this room as one you swore you would never step foot in again. 
 
 There is a body in the corner, sleeping like a log. You feel the heat emanating from it's raw red flesh, from across the room. On a second look, you see leather folds across it's back. As you slowly piece together the clues in front of you, you begin to realize just what happened last night. And just who, or what, the winged beast in the corner is. 
 
 And then you see it. The only thing that could justify partaking in such a night. A silver wrapper on a end table. You rush over, hardly believing your eyes. On picking it up, you find out it is not a prank, and you have found one of the Final Five. You slowly unwrap it, and take a small bite. You feel the bliss morsel on your tongue, and lose all restraint. You finish the bar within 3 more bites. On realization that you just consumed 20 % of the world's finest chocolate, you feel a crushing weight on your chest. Then you see the note. 
 
 In your rush to get the Klondike bar, you missed the note. Hiding under the wrapper, the paper simply reads: 
 
 > I hope you enjoy this bar as much as I enjoyed last night. I would like you to know that, after your consumption of the bar, I will have the sole possession of all the Klondike bars in this world. Although the creator of the bars now resides in my care ( after all, I did sell him the recipe ), I am willing to share these final 4 pieces of bliss with you. The deal we made last night still stands, but I will not be as lenient with you in the following 4 nights. 
 > Love, Lucifer 
 
 You recoil at what the letter hints at, but you realize: no matter what the cost, the small squares of chocolate are far worth it. You settle down, and wait for the creature to wake again.
