Corporate Contract
Jake found his thoughts drifting back to Zoe's stupid toy. You have to put in effort to get good things back. This wasn't about his soul. His soul was worthless- anybody to see that. No, this was about Connor's soul. Someone as pure as that would never sell away their soul in a traditional deal. But this wasn't a traditional deal.
Lucas knew that Jake would do anything to save himself. That was why he was so agreeable to altering the deal, and that was why he called Connor into his office. Lucas wanted the chance to get Connor's soul. This whole situation was designed to torment Connor, and to trick him into giving up. No one else on Jake's team would have been as horrified by the thought of someone else drinking and masturbating in their body; hell, half of them probably would have done the same in his body. But not Connor.
"I'm not going to let you win," Jake said, staring Lucas right in the eyes. "The deal is off. Take my soul, and put Connor back in his own body."
Lucas frowned. "So be it," he said, walking forward to place the mason jar on his chest once more. "I hadn't pegged you for the noble type."
"Yeah, I know," Jake said, trying to maintain his bravado. "But you tried to use me to get to Connor, and that's where you lost. I may not be the world's most outstanding guy, but I'll be damned if I take anyone else down with me when I fall."
"Well, you certainly got the 'damned' part right," Lucas replied, with a sneer. Jake felt Lucas's fingertips press against his forehead, and the world went black once more.
Lucas knew that Jake would do anything to save himself. That was why he was so agreeable to altering the deal, and that was why he called Connor into his office. Lucas wanted the chance to get Connor's soul. This whole situation was designed to torment Connor, and to trick him into giving up. No one else on Jake's team would have been as horrified by the thought of someone else drinking and masturbating in their body; hell, half of them probably would have done the same in his body. But not Connor.
"I'm not going to let you win," Jake said, staring Lucas right in the eyes. "The deal is off. Take my soul, and put Connor back in his own body."
Lucas frowned. "So be it," he said, walking forward to place the mason jar on his chest once more. "I hadn't pegged you for the noble type."
"Yeah, I know," Jake said, trying to maintain his bravado. "But you tried to use me to get to Connor, and that's where you lost. I may not be the world's most outstanding guy, but I'll be damned if I take anyone else down with me when I fall."
"Well, you certainly got the 'damned' part right," Lucas replied, with a sneer. Jake felt Lucas's fingertips press against his forehead, and the world went black once more.
