Immortal Contract
It was a bad idea. I should have known better. I was always looking for something better: more money, more power. Something to make me feel more alive. But just when I thought I had found what I was looking for, it bit me in the ass. That one deal of cards cost me my freedom, and pretty much my life. I was bound to a magical contract and could not break the words written there. Not because I haven’t tried; lord knows that I have. But it was impossible for me to anything other than what "it," or the ones who held it, told me to do. Now, as I was staring at the timer of the bomb tick slowly to its detonation, I was reminded, once again, that I had really fucked up on that night so long ago.