• "Do it" A loud demonic voice enters her ears.
    "You want this don't you?"
    She looks up at his face. Green sickly skin, dark gray circles under his deep black eyes. No nose. A smile smug on his face.
    "You-You swear you'll make him pay?" A terifyed young voice.
    "Yes my dear, I swear." Blood spurts from the cracks in his skin. She looks around at his lair. Cob webs everywhere. some as thin as fishing line, some as thick as fingers. Heads of his past victims lay on the floor, all of them mutilated and pale, but some of them whispering "Don't do it". she ignores them and looks down at the razor blade.
    "come on child. We musn't waste any time. Give me your soul now, and i shall put him through many torchers as you become my minion." She smiles at the thought of her rapist going through the pains she did.
    "Okay...Master" She slices her wrist, deep, and bleeds out.
    "Hahahahah! Another poor soul of my own!" He reaches to her and pulls out her soul, and stores it in his ring. The Devil has once again tricked another young soul of internal damnation....