The Micro-Fiction Challenge Entries

A Chat (Prompt 4)

"Give it back! You didn't tell me it would be like this!"

"You gave it up freely. It no longer belongs to you."

I look upon the man, tears rolling down his face.

"You have the audacity to accuse me of theft. The nerve to raise your voice at me."

I raise myself to my full height, towering over my prey. The simpleton cowers, tail between legs, no longer shouting.

"Please..." He begs, kneeling. "I have a wife and kids."

"And I have a job to do," I say coldly. "You signed the contract. Death makes favors for no one."