Slave Tickets make sad gifts. People who have nothing to give (or are too lazy to go christmas shopping) tend to give out stuff like these because they have too much time on their hands.
One girl decided to make a hundred slave tickets, good for an hour each, and distributed them to a hundred friends and relatives.
Most of these people decided to throw their tickets away, figuring they probably wouldn't have enough time to redeem those tickets. Some of these people figured the tickets would probably come useful one of these days, and kept the tickets.
Everyone forgot about the tickets. Even the girl.
One day, many years later, the girl, now a woman, was on her way to work when the ground below her shook. The cement tile on the walkway infront of her caved in and made way for a hole. Out of it rose a hooded creature stinking of sulfur.
The first thing she noticed was it's cloven feet. The next thing was the slip of paper it held out to her.
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