-Does he? Who gives a fuck?
''I can't allow people to have a thing for you.''
-You can't? Jealous much?
''Yes.And I understand him also. I can barely resist you also.''
-Funny. What do you expect me to say to you?
''Nothing. Are you used to men desiring you in such a manner?''
-Yes. Happens all the time. I can have any man I want.
I smile because my working position tells me to behave or pretend at least that I am and say ''You have a huge crush on me ever since you met me.''
''-You're right. So what will you do about it?''
-Laugh of course.
''You won't do anything about it. Use me? Use it to your advantage? Make me your slave.''
And get what? Become the manager of some casino?
''Of many casinos if you like. Or even more''
-Boring. I'm not interested in that.
''What are you interested in then? What do you want? Money?''
-Neah. I already have money.
''Then what is it?''
''And do you have that?''
-Yes. I already won haven't I?
And I leave. Just like that. Memories of playing GOD appear in my mind.Images.
Of me with a red suit, at night, in a club. drinking whiskey. Not being the woman a man wants, but the woman that has everything in a world of men. Getting everything and more than I asked.. for having cold blood.
For being inhuman. Yet beautiful. Smart. Powerful.
In the world of animals you better be a beast or else you're gonna get yourself eaten alive. Did I just step deeper into hell and closer to animalistic heaven? Was I that WOMAN that can make men that shouldn't ever be weak, go weaker for her.
My head spins. because this. THIS was just an idea.
A huge house. A car. A huge bank account. The materialisation of everything is pointless. I just wanted to FEEL this.
And then , at that right MOMENT I knew that Satan is a Woman and that she looks like myself, smilling at me from the mirror.