He tells me to do things. I do them. I wish I didn't have to do what he tells me; but if I don't, my skin begins to loosen. I have been timed.
As the years have gone by, the time to carry out his demands have been cut down to nearly nothing. The time has gone from a week to just one hour. I asked him what I could do to get more time, but all he said was that I knew. I just didn't know it yet.
I don't know what will ultimately happen to me if I let the time run out and neglect my duties to him, and I am not sure of what is going to happen to my soul if I let it all run out.
I am Judith.
I made a deal with death
Everyday he makes me eye down all those who are going to die at the exact time or else I would face consequences of the worst kind. I don't know what they are. He hasn't told me and I haven't dared to try out them out.
I am good at keeping a schedule.
I have been reliable for 150 years and I plan to be reliable for the next 200.
Speaking of which. My eyes are detaching. When I find everyone who is on death's list for today they are going to reattach themselves.
The next person on the list is <insert name here>.