Few strands of hair (2)

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Emmy: What do you want?

xx: Hmmm, for 5 grand, I'd like a few strands of your hair, easy request, right?

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I held my breath out of nervousness when I heard his request. The more I made a deal with this red rose devil, the more I realized that I was digging my grave deeper and deeper.

Because his request kept getting scarier each time I asked him something. At first, it was as simple as a worn plaid shirt of mine, then the handkerchief with a red kiss, and now few strands of hair. 

I had the feeling that his request would be even more demanding and scary the more I asked after this, so I had to be careful of what I wished for.

But for now…

I slid my drawer open and then took a scissor inside. I cut a few strands of my hair without hesitation. If that sick bastard wanted my hair in exchange for my mission, then I would give it to him.