Spiit

My draw dropped with disbelief, "where's the catch" I asked this clever thief, "Just your soul," he said "your life you may keep.. But many prospects soon to follow - abundance of wealth, at your disposal - any handsome fellow.. No more scwabbling on dirty hands knees, just to earn a pittance You deserve the sun, the moon, the birds and bees. Anything you want, my dear, Read it and weep, is it truly so hard to believe?" His cold hand squeezed my shoulder. "Just sign this little bit of paper, all of your misery is over!" I squint so close to the words he wrote, I glance back up to a canny smirk. I blissfully signed myself away, not realising