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he got to hell, Satan would set fire to his ass.
    “Is this your first time in Chicago, Miss?” the spa attendant asked.
    Demi didn’t want to make small talk. She didn’t need to draw unwanted attention to herself. She was only there for a day or so, but she didn’t need anyone giving her description to the police when word got out about a death in the area.
                  “No,” she answered rudely. “I am here on business, but if you don’t mind, I would like to get dressed in peace. Please shut the door when you leave.”
                  The woman did as Demi asked, but gave her a look of disgust before leaving her alone. Demi didn’t like being rude to anyone because of the way she had been treated all her life, but she couldn’t take any chances.
                  Once dressed, Demi admired her stilettos: open-toe Manolo Blahnik sandals made with a bronzed snakeskin and aged brass. They sparkled, looking great on her earth-toned feet with their freshly painted pink nail polish.
                  As she walked out of the spa, several people admired her shoes, complimenting her on them. Demi smiled. She loved getting attention, especially because of her shoes. Stilettos were a work of art, transforming even the most unattractive legs into pure beauty. She nodded in response to the compliments and slipped on her large sunglasses.
                  After Troy gave Demi her first pair of stilettos, all of the money Demi saved went to purchasing another pair, and another. Before her sixteenth birthday, she had as many shoes as most women had in a lifetime. She had to hide them from her aunt, fearing she would ask where she got them and find out about Troy. Aunt Charlotte was a simple woman. She did not have much use for shoes, clothing, or any other item that brought attention from the opposite sex. She only had five pair of shoes. “Girl,” she had said to Demi, “you can’t wear but one pair at a time, so why you need so many?” Demi smiled, thinking of the way her aunt placed her hands on her hips when she felt inclined to share something important with her. Those were a few of the things she missed about her aunt. Recalling how serious her aunt’s face would get sometimes made Demi laugh out loud. Several women eyed her suspiciously, in passing thinking she was probably a lunatic.
                  Even though Manolo Blahniks were her favorite, Demi also had her fair share of Jimmy Choo, Kate Spade, Gucci, Christian Louboutin, Michael Kors, and several other famous designer names.
                  Troy loved to see her walk around in stilettos. He told her they made her look older, like a woman, sophisticated and classy. Demi done all she could to please Troy. Some of her friends, like Anya Bankston, called her stupid for that. Demi did not care what they thought, as long as she kept Troy satisfied. Her life was filled with joy and the love she never had from a man—until he starting abusing her behind closed doors. Even then, she still craved the attention he gave her when she didn’t make him so angry.
                  Until he left her in the middle of the desert, Demi still loved him, and she hoped that he too would one day come back for her. Unfortunately, that never happened. The place he once held in her heart vanished, replaced by the bittersweet revenge she would soon fulfill.
                  It had been hard to track down Troy at first, because he constantly moved from place to place. With the support of his family’s money, Troy worked as a music producer. He was doing well in the industry, producing several tracks for King Lot, Summer Breeze, and the Hard-knock Boyz. Many who knew him said he had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. The oil industry was big in Texas, and Troy’s father seemed to own about half of it. Demi never wanted Troy for his money, though. She loved him. He made