"Wow! Thank you for not kill-killing me" I said, still gasping for air. The devil glared at me, but this glare was different. He looked more like a bunny. I thought it was cute so I pinched his cheeks. His skin turned red and burned my finger tips. I fell backwards and started waving my hand in the air trying to cool it off. "You little-if you don't-ugh!" I screamed. Looking at my fingertips which were bright red and had boils on them. It was my turn to glare at him. I got and walked to the kitchen.

"Where do you think you are going?" The other said with a harsh voice.

"To get ice for my fingers you psycho!" I screamed towards him.

"No use." He simply said. I froze in my tracks

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice might have sounded confident and no-joke, but I looked scared.

"The only way for the burning to stop is for me to heal it." He said in a monotone voice.

"Well then you better get over here right now and heal it before I-" He was in front of me, towering my frame.

"Before you what?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

"You don't want to know. Just heal it!" I said stubborn

"I'm going to let you rephrase that." He said while taking in a deep breath and letting it out of his nose, exhaling smoke.

I hesitated, but regained myself, "No! Now fix my hand!""

"I know you didn't just try to tell me what to do." He said with a cocked eyebrow. He looked angry. I started to feel very small against him. He grabbed my wrist and as I struggled to get away from the grip, "Don't." I didn't heed his warning and continued to struggle. His skin turned red again. And before I could realize that this was happening again, my skin started to heat up and boil again. Causing me to let out a scream, but the other didn't react at all, not seeming to feel any remorse for me. He let go of my arm and I felt myself almost pass out at the boiled skin and blood dripping down my arm. But right before I hit the ground, I was picked up and then I felt my body go hot then freezing cold. My brain getting confused. "I warned you," he said in a soft voice and layed my half-conscious body on the couch again. He pushed the hair from my eyes and then grabbed my arm again, making me flinch, both scared of what he would do and from the pain. He held it up to his body and then with his other hand, he passed it over the burn. The pain quickly disappeared from the area and it felt cold and then I relaxed, then the devil did the same to my finger tips.

After I felt the pain go away, my body relaxed further until I fell asleep again, but this time, I fell asleep by my own means