He tells me to do things, and 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 has been cut down to nearly nothing. The time has gone for 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 don'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.
Every day 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 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>.