"Son of a bi...owww, my head. Where am I?"

"You're in hell, honey. You're dead", someone said. "Ya's got yaself murdered, poisoned."

Dead. That sounded so final, so done. She couldn't remember how she died. Who would have poisoned her? Why would she end up in hell when all she had done was defend the innocent and make sure the guilty were punished? Maybe it was her lack of faith that sent her here.

"Come on maggot, lets see what offense you committed and what what punishment he issues you. Please, no screaming, crying or begging. It won't work."

A metal collar suddenly locked around her neck and she was kicked to the ground, "Crawl to your new Master. The being, she wouldn't call it a person, attached a long chain to the ring on her collar and yanked. She had no choice but to crawl or choke. Could she choke if she was dead?

The thing in leather pants led her down a long corridor and into a room full of fire and screaming souls. The noise was almost too much for her mortal brain to handle. She felt hot tears roll down her cheeks but she kept silent. Whatever game these sickos were playing, she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.

"Boss, brought you another one. Here's da paperworks. I didn't have time to read it over first, just brought the broad straight here."

The man in the suit turned and looked down at her as he flipped through the paperwork, "Take her to my chamber. I'll see to her. Cuff her hands as well. She was a police officer, she can tell you how they work if you have questions."

"Yes, boss. Anything else? Wants me to beat her or give her a good flogging for ya's?"

"Do. Not. Touch. Her.", the fire flaming in his eyes.

"Aye Aye bossman. Just bind her up."

"That is all. Nothing else, are we clear? You and I both know I have my ways of finding out if you should do otherwise."

"We're crystal clear. Come on lady, I guess you can walk. I got other maggots to see to, so let's go."

She followed behind the thing but kept turning to look at the man behind her. Why was he reading and smiling? She had a gut feeling something was wrong here. For the first time since she woke up here, she was afraid, no she was terrified.

The thing pushed her into the room and onto a giant black bed in the middle of the room. It roughly grabbed her by the wrists and yanked her arms up above her head, cuffing each one into a heavy iron cuff about 8 inches wide. They were heavy and hurt. She sat up on her knees, trying to put some slack in the cuff but it wasn't enough. The thing left the room laughing at her, saying whatever was left of her when the boss was done, was going to be his. Hanging her head, she sat in the middle of the bed with her arms extended to the ceiling like some morbid sacrifice and waited. If they were going to kill her, so be it.

The big wooden door was flung open and the man in the black suit walked in throwing papers down on the bed in front of her, "Well, hello Chloe Decker, Detective with the L.A.P.D. Seems someone made a mistake in your paperwork, darling. You've ended up in the wrong place. You were supposed to go the other way. Oh, bloody hell, I can't talk to you like this. I hate, nay, I detest pants on a female."

With a snap of his fingers, her standard jeans and tee shirt changed into a gaudy Victorian gown that pushed her breasts up to her chin. It was red and had black lace at the collar and sleeves. And it itched like a mofo, but she couldn't even scratch. She really was in hell. At least the damn dog collar was gone.

"Lovely, now where was I? Oh, yes. My Father messed up royally and you, my angel, have ended up in hell with me. I could release you and send you to him or.. and I like this option much more, I keep you for myself. We could perhaps make an arrangement? Can you speak, love or has my magnificence taken your voice away?"

"So, I'm really dead? And I've gone to hell over some mix-up? Why and who are you?"

"Lucifer, Lucifer Morningstar and you my dear, are my new pet unless you can convince me otherwise."

"Do I get time to think or do you require an instant decision?"

"I'd like to know now, I'm not exactly the patient sort. Do you want to hear my deal or not?"

She nodded, feeling weak instead of her usual confident self. She was terrified of what his deal may be. What could a man like him want from someone like her? "Ah, alright", she whispered.

"You stay here with me for a year and do whatever I want, whenever I want then I release your soul to heaven, or I can send you back to Earth and when you die, which will be sooner, rather than later, you'll be mine for all eternity to do with as I please."

She looked at him with wide open eyes and mouth, "What kind of deal is that for me?"

"Who said anything about it benefiting you, sweetness?"

"No one did. How about a third option? Forget it. You repulse me, on a chemical level."

He undid her hands and pulled her into his arms, almost crushing her ribs, "You will never speak to me that way again, or you will regret it. I'm the only thing standing between you and eternal suffering. Be glad I want you, otherwise you would be out there, suffering with the others."

He dropped her on the bed and with a wave of his hand, several low cute night gowns appeared on the bed, "Bathe and prepare yourself for me. I shall be back in an hour. My decision has been made. I'm keeping your for myself. If they want you, they can come for you, until then, you're mine."

"You can't do this. I've done nothing to you, why do you want to hurt me?"

"Pain is delicious, princess", the door slammed behind him.

Chloe ran to the window, pulling and pushing at it but it wouldn't open. She then tried the door he just went out of but found it locked from the outside. She did everything she could think of, even checking the walls for secret panels like she saw in horror movies. There was a knock on the door and she heard him call through, "Thirty minutes left, sweetie, I hope you're readying yourself. I can't wait. I like the sandalwood wash, use that all over yourself."

Not wanting to incite his wrath, she climbed into the claw foot tub and scrubbed with the scent he desired. Would he really hurt her? Adrenaline pumped through her veins ad each minutes ticked by on a large grandfather clock in the corner. This was hell, where did he get all of these things? She quickly dried off and slid on the least slutty gown. Her hair laid in wet waves across her shoulders as she prayed to find a bra and panties in the pile of clothes. There were none.

Chloe climbed into the middle of the bed and pulled the blankets up to her nose. She couldn't remember being this afraid. What was he going to do to her? The not knowing was more terrifying than anything else.

Lucifer paced on the other side of the door. He had no intention of hurting her but he did fancy the mind game. Her biggest fear was being molested and killed and those thoughts were preying on her mind right now. He had to play the role of devil, but there was no way he was going to lay harm to an innocent, even if he had no intention of letting her go. Well, her time was past up, time to put the fear of Satan into her. Call it a kink, but he got off on frightening her.

He kicked the door open and stalked over to the bed. She was shaking under the blankets. She really was afraid of him. He closed his eyes for a moment and listened to the pounding of her heart and the whimpers she probably didn't even know she was making. Delicious.

"Well, scoot over bed hog. Satan needs his beauty sleep. I've decided what I want of you tonight."

She began to cry in earnest then, "Please don't. I'll do anything just don't do..do.. please, I've never been with a man like you before and I don't wish to be anytime soon."

"You don't get a choice, this is my realm. You'll do what I say, now move over or I'll move you."

She scooted over to the edge of the bed as far away from him as she could get. If he was going to hurt her, he was going to have a fight on his hands. She watched him as he stripped off his clothes and yanked back the blankets. He laid next to her on his side and grinned, letting her see the fire in his eyes. Without warning, he grabbed her and pulled her whole body across the bed to him.

"Darling, what part of you are mine, did you not understand?"

"Th-the whole thing. You can't say a person belongs to you, it's just not right."

"You're not a person anymore, sweetness. You're an object for my amusement. You exist only because I will it so. Now come here, we're going to sleep and you, little human are going to be my teddy bear."

Wait, what?