Staring at Tom Walker he raised his hand in a upward motion and instantly three wolves appeared beside his feet. Then he throws a small dagger and Walker and his smile becomes envious and meticulous.
“We're gonna play a game Mr.Walker” said the Devil, “Survive my Hell Hounds and you live. Don't and well.. you get the picture” At a snap of the fingers the horse lived up on its back legs, knocking Walker of the horse and onto the ground.
“This is imposterious”, stressed Tom Walker, “What type of sick game is this? I bet you enjoy seeing people die”
“I guess you can say that, but you're the first fine i’ve given this chance to”
Frustrated, Walker began to ball is fist and felt himself great red i netted face
“Why me?! Why must you put me through this torture?!”, cried Walker as he dropped to his knees.
“Isn't the way you lived life, survival of this fittest. You spent your life always cheating and lying to your wife band other by false riches, I'm simply playing a game at your rules Mr.Walker” bluntly said The