A scream decimated the silent darkness. My voice was raw from the torment and frustration of being tossed into the deepest, coldest, darkest part of Hell. Well, at least it feels like Hell even though the constant agony is almost a sure sign I am still among the living. I've lost count of the days as the man comes in at odd intervals, most likely to confuse me, mess with my mind along with torturing my mortal body and I can't help but run cold fingers over the scars marring my arms, legs, and torso. I can't even rest my back against the concrete wall because of the raging burns and blisters that scab on my back.
Slowly a yellow-white light penetrates the ever-night and harshly blinds my emerald eyes as the door creaks open. The man walks in, more like saunters, considering he knows he is in control. I consider him worse than Lucifer himself. He blocks the exit with his bulky form, thankfully shadowing me from the harsh light. He gives an experimental crack of his heavy whip and a sly grin slides onto his pale, thin lips. I knew from his actions he was preparing to assault me again; try to break my will power of refusing his mysteriously vague demand of joining him in whatever he is doing when he isn't playing Devil. I backed myself up against the concrete wall until I was conscious of the cold, rough surface biting into the skin on the back of my arms.
"Are you ready to join me yet?" His scratchy voice was huskier than usual and the feeling of his breath on my skin sent a very unpleasant chill up my spin.
I didn't say anything, only glared at him and I could see the fury pass over his features before I felt the familiar sting of his hand on my cheek. He glowered at me and I could feel the right side of my face throbbing along with my racing heartbeat.
"Perhaps someone else can get my point across." His voice was low and I could hardly hear him over the ringing in my ears.
It was then that the world seamed to freeze and noticed a much younger man standing in the door way of my cell. His dark hair gleamed under the dim florescent lighting.
"Chloe, I would like you to meet my apprentice, Kal."