I had been reading reviews for my previous work, and honestly, it made me tear up ;;w;; thank you so much for your input- yes, i am hoping to continue making more of these fan fictions for Hellraiser in the future c: Just as a heads-up theres: Rape (mentions of), violence, abuse, sexual themes/scenes and this is a Pinhead/Kirsty / Frank/Kirsty based fanfiction... i don't really support the relationship between Frank and Kirsty, however i wanted to delve into some backstory to her feistiness towards Frank in the first Hellraiser film.

I don't own characters/Hellraiser

"You've grown into quite the advisory.. "

"I had a great Teacher, once.."

― Hellraiser, Hellseeker

Kirsty leaned against the counter bench within her apartment; same one previously shared with Trevor, whom of which was only descended into the depths of hell as of yesterday.

There was always this sense of tragedy with her life; men and a wicked step-mother entering her life to foil and rot the once-blooming flower of her youthful days... always something taken away from her, always something happening that was out of her control.

shivering under unbearable pain, the blood soaked bedsheets of her Uncle's bed, Kirsty didn't even dare meet his eyes when he made selfish demands of his own. Her eyes, dead, unmoving, the colour in her irises could have sworn to have desaturated from the chocolate brown that they used to be.

"What do you mean 'no'?"

He towered over her prone figure, suddenly feeling the hardest yank in her cork-screw hair out of many that night; Kirsty could only clench teeth and without any sense of conviction in her intentions of leaving, this wasn't going to end anytime soon.

"Its uncle Frank.. You know that. You will not deny me of what i want―"

He forcibly pulled apart Kirsty's legs as she lied flat on her back. Chains and ropes denying the non-existent freedom she owned over her hands and arms. A heavy melancholy of sorts filled her mind―her entire body felt deceased and unmoving; almost as if she's given up without even accepting the fact that she had. Frank saw this as a 'work of art' than anything else; sliding his hands across bloodily bruised flesh, once pale but forced into his bidding. Sliding his tongue against her skin.

"―and what I want, is you"

As he was parting her leg just that little bit more, he watched as his seed from earlier; mixed artistically with the blood of a virgin, had been dripping down her womanhood and soaked into the sheets below her.

Being proud of the work he had made, his eyes glanced up at Kirsty's as he could feel himself being aroused once more.

"―And what I want, is you"

The head Cenobite had spoken from behind Kirsty; feeling his hands slide up the sides of her arms, before moving back down them as his lips nuzzled her neck.

Kirsty inhaled. She wasn't new to the concept now of the meeting between her flesh with Xipe's. However, she had a feeling that there was a form of familiarity here.

An unnerving feeling, that she couldn't seperate the difference between the pair of them.