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Lisa’s mother, a single woman was in harsh economic straits and had the idea to challenged a demon to a game of wits.
With the stakes high and the air thick with tension, she emerged victorious.
The demon, bound by the rules of the game, granted her a single wish.
Desperate to secure her daughter’s future, she wished for Lisa to never need money.
The demon, with a sly grin, granted the wish with a twisted condition.
He presented a wallet, enchanted and eternal, that would produce a $5 bill at a time.
But for every bill taken, a minute would be stolen from Lisa’s life.
With a malevolent laugh, the demon vanished, leaving behind the cursed gift.
As Lisa grew, the wallet was her family’s lifeline, sparing them from poverty.
Unbeknownst to her, each bill that fluttered into her mother’s hands was a minute less she had to live.
The secret weighed heavily on her mother’s heart, a burden she bore alone.
Time passed, and the moment came for the truth to be revealed.
Lisa, now a young woman, listened in horror as her mother recounted the tale of the demon and the wallet.
The very foundation of her life, the comfort and security she had known, was built on the sands of her dwindling time.
Fear gripped Lisa’s heart with each use of the wallet, a constant reminder of the demon’s laughter echoing through the years.
She was torn between the allure of wealth and the terror of an early grave.
Whispers of the wallet’s curse spread through the town, and soon, Lisa was shrouded in a veil of mystery and dread.
Some nights, a shadow loomed outside her window, a silent watcher with eyes that glowed with a hellish light.
It was the demon, some said, come to revel in his cruel game.
Lisa’s life became a macabre dance with fate, each step measured by the rustle of paper and the ticking of the clock.
And as the wallet remained, ever-present and ever-tempting, so too did the question: How much time is enough, and what price is too high for comfort?
