The Peasant.

Thank God it's time to close up, I thought to myself as I grabbed the mop and started mopping the floors. If you haven't guessed, I'm a janitor, I work here at this gas station in this town called Beacon Hills, my family isn't the richest but we make due. I had just started mopping while singing along to "Come and Get It" by Selena Gomez.

CRASH!

The sound of glass shattering caused me to stop. Was this place getting broken into? Oh shit, Kelly did not prepare me for this! I dropped the mop and ran behind the cash machine hoping no one would see me.

"Why are we here?" I heard someone question.

"It's a full moon, where else would we be?" The leader –assumingly—stated. "Now destroy everything, that bastard gonna get what's coming to him." And with that I heard things being ripped apart. I tried to slow my breathing and my heart rate, but it wasn't working, if anything I made even more sound than intended.

"STOP." The leader stated and just like that, the ripping stopped causing it to be dead silent.

"What? Wh—"The person talking was silenced by the leader.

"Listen." The leader hissed, just as heavy footsteps started towards me. Did he hear me? What? No, that's impossible, I mean I'm over here being silent as fuck, at least I thought I was until I saw him standing over me. He grabbed my arm and managed to lift me off the ground with ease. Shit, he's strong too?! I struggled to squirm out of his grip, I noticed him leaning in. "I want you." He growled, while his hot and oddly even breath made contact with my face.

"Do you always get what you want?" I inquired as I freed my left hand and raised it ready to slap him. He grabbed my hand with ease and smirked as he pushed me up against the closest wall. I turned my head away from him as he leaned in once again and whispered "Wanna try that again sweetheart?" He smirked before throwing me on the floor again. "And for your FYI, I always get what I want." He made known before walking out the room.

The moment he walked out of the room I noticed I was holding my breath. I looked down from where the man had grabbed me, my arm tingling from his touch… I exhaled loudly before walking out the door. Tomorrow morning, I'm quitting for sure.

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I walked into my house fully expecting my parents to be asleep, instead I found them wide awake sitting on the couch, looking terrified I might add.

"Mom? Dad? What's wrong?" I inquired as I sat across from my parents. My mom was the first to break.

"We've done something… something bad." I look her in the eyes.

"Whatever you've done, you can tell me."

"We've- we- we…" I watched as my father struggled for words. "They sold you, to me." I would've recognized that voice anywhere. It was, it was Derek Hale aka the man who just robbed the gas station. Not only was he evil, but he's rich, the leader of the most powerful gang in Beacon Hills, he's also totally, unnecessarily hot. With his 6 foot frame, piercing green eyes and muscles that would make you die, it's no wonder everyone in town is afraid of hm.

"Y-you what?" I stuttered.

"They sold you, your body, and your soul. I know own everything about you."

"We needed the money…" My mother started, as if that made it a better reason for selling your daughter soul.

"You sold me… to him?" I managed again, hoping that this was so sick joke or that they were lying.

I watched as a sinister smirk appeared on the Devil's face. "That's right. You just became my property."

A/N: So I kind of just got this thought in my head and thought I might share.

Should I keep? Aye? Nye?