I do not own Hellraiser. I only own Jezebel, Anita, and Sally.
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The smirk on Pinhead's face when he saw the fear and shock in the two women's eyes made all this trouble worth it. His eyes scanned the woman cowering by Jezebel and he flicked his hand to make chains appear and trap her to the hallway wall. Her screams of pain and fear made his nonexistent heart warm, and then he looked straight at Jezebel. The image of her heart sitting in a box in his domain back in the leviathan, made his sense of possession grow towards her.
"Hello Jezebel, you have given me much trouble," he said calmly as he walked more into the house and Jezebel continued to back away from him.
"You're Pinhead," Jezebel questioned him even though it seemed pretty obvious. She just wanted to make sure since she had never knowingly been in the presence of a demon.
"I am, and you are mine," he told her as his eyes narrowed with how much she kept backing away from him. His patience, which barely existed to begin with, was growing thinner by the second. "I do not like to be ignored," he continued as he watched her look for escape routes. However, the house was now connected only to the leviathan, and not the real world anymore.
"You cannot escape me," he growled as other cenobites were appearing in the house and surrounding the woman trapped on the wall. "Her soul belongs to the leviathan, but you belong to me," Pinhead hissed looking between the trapped woman and Jezebel.
Jezebel froze at how much possession was in his voice. Every instinct in her was telling her to run for the hills, but another part of her wanted to tear him to shreds. She gnashed her teeth harshly and tightened her lips closed as she glared back at him. Little pricks of blood dripped from her clenched fists as her nails were growing into the black claws that her mother had seen.
Pain ripped through her nerve endings again as images of how she could kill Pinhead flashed through her mind. A dark chuckle left her when the pain started turning into pleasure. She calmly walked closer to the cenobite, and she noticed the other cenobites watching the scene. "You do not own me," she hissed while trailing her claws down his chest and succumbing to the darkness that was slowly taking over her.
Pinhead just stared down at her calmly as she clawed deeply into the leather and skin on his chest. A cruel smirk appeared on his countenance when he saw her eyes start glowing a bright crimson. The pain was nothing to him, it only served to excite him more about his new possession.
"You may have my heart in a box, but you do not own me, Pinhead," Jezebel growled finally sinking her claws into his skin as deep as she could. "Turning me into this will only result in hell becoming even worse for both of us," she growled and a twisted gleam entered her eyes as she felt his blood covering her hands and arms slowly. The blood touching her markings made them glow brightly in the almost silent room. The darkness inside her own mind was becoming larger until a terrified and familiar scream tore her back to reality.
Pinhead cursed mentally when the trapped woman's scream of torture woke up his pet from her true side. He watched angrily as Jezebel's fear shined back at him before her eyes flashed to her boss.
"Help me, Jezebel, help me," the woman was screaming even though the hooks on the chains were starting to pull more and more because of Pinhead's rage. "Help me," the woman screamed as loud as she could with tears running down her cheeks.
"Don't kill her," Jezebel screamed towards the other cenobites as she pulled her claws out of Pinhead's skin and rushed over to the others. She was scared to death around the other cenobites, but she did not want her boss to die because of demonic magic.
"Just let her go," Jezebel yelled looking back towards Pinhead, but he looked as if he was lost in another world.
"You have to get me out of here," her boss whimpered as tears raced down her cheeks and into the rips in her skin from the hooks. "I can't die yet, I have a kid and a family, I can't die yet," the woman blubbered while gasping for breath.
"I'm trying to help you," Jezebel snapped in her stressed state of trying to get the hooks out of her boss's skin while praying no other chains latched onto her.
"Jezebel, don't worry about her, you can torture her more later," Pinhead's voice called out from behind her somewhere.
She ignored him and the dark feeling of excitement at the idea of torturing somebody. She kept pulling on the chains, but the shocked look on her boss's face made her pause. "Run," was all she heard her boss yell before the woman was torn apart by the chains, and the ground disappeared from beneath Jezebel.
A scream of pure terror left her when she saw she was falling through stormy clouds into a large lament configuration full of scalpels and bones. Lightning flashed outside of the house as Pinhead mentally watched Jezebel be trapped in the box. Her clothes were torn away as the cenobite blue liquid was transferred into her bloodstream by a needle. The scalpels cut away the skin protecting her ribs, and the small bones were stabbed into her head to form a crown. Black leather glided over her dead skin as her screams never ceased to echo.
The growls and screams leaving the box made true excitement appear in Pinhead, which he had not felt for centuries in the leviathan. The glowing crimson eyes, the black claws, and the fanged teeth were the first things that glinted out of the lament configuration. The slow opening of the box ended when an enraged Jezebel stormed out of the box as a new cenobite. Her glare was directed straight at the other cenobites, who had teleported into the leviathan around her.
He wished that she had continued storming towards him, but the god of the leviathan struck her with lighting to freeze her. Pinhead knew that their god was speaking to the woman about what her duties would be in the leviathan, and what she would do when the lament configuration was opened by another unhappy human soul. "But what she still does not realize is that she is mine forever," he thought strongly as Jezebel slowly regained life back in her body. The lightning calmed as she looked around at the other cenobites.
"Where is my father?" was the first question out of her mouth after she had been spoken to by the god of the leviathan. She had basically been told of how she was to torture and kill people to take their souls to eternal damnation of torture. She was looking forward to only torturing her father. However, the torture here was connected to pleasure as well, but mainly only for the cenobites. The worst part about the whole new life she was given, was that she did indeed belong to Pinhead. Her heart was no longer in existence because he had consumed it. She belonged to him eternally now.
"You have other things you must do first," one of the cenobites told her before they all disappeared and she was in a new room with the dragon from her dreams and Pinhead.
"You should not have ignored me," Pinhead growled before hooks latched around her throat cutting off her airways.
