Sunday looked at you with a mocking look, he was sure that you would never make a misstep. Sunday rested his head on the back of his chair and closed his eyes.

"My dear, what are you waiting for? Come on, sign the contract, you are in good hands, and you know it."

Sunday narrowed his eyes and placed his hands on the table, his eyes piercing your soul. There was something terrifying about his smile, completely predatory. Nevertheless...

You signed...

Sunday watched as you bent down to sign the contract, he couldn't stop himself from laughing. He put his hand on his face and after laughing he snatched the contract from your hands and got up from the chair.

"Well my sweet soul. Now you, you belong to me."