"Yes..." Pandora purred the word, circling the girl, staring down at her as she struggled weakly to her hands and knees. Choked, suffering, already in pain and afraid...
These were the victims Pandora liked the most. Victims desperate on the edge of a deal, waiting for death and praying for life. She could take this soul, but then there wouldn't be any fun for her...
"Sell me your soul, little blonde one..." Pandora murmured the words in a sing-song voice. "Give it to me, and I promise, I won't kill you."
It was all in the wording, always in the wording. As long as she didn't strike the killing blow, her words couldn't be disproven...
"P-please!" The blonde's eyes were wide with terror, voice raspy and hoarse, and Pandora grinned a cheshire-grin over her shoulder at Leigh.
"Say the words, pretty girl..."
"I-I...I'll give you my soul, whatever you want! Just...just please! Don't kill me!"
"Oh...I won't." Sealed with a kiss to the forehead of the blonde...and in the next moment with her blood, as the razor Pandora had palmed made a shallow slice over the girl's face. And the demon-girl drank it in like a connoisseur of fine wine, licking over the cut in her cheek like a twisted cat.
"Mmmm...what does the darkness say to you, my pretty broken bird...? Let it fill you up...tell you what to do with her...let it call to you..."