Chapter Ten: Descended Demise

Writer's Notes: Here we are everyone, chapter ten of my Hellraiser Fanfic! It's almost to the end, so hang out for a while longer if you can! I know I take long putting up chapters...but lately I've been just too darn happy to pull out a chapter for such a dark fanfic. But, getting my wisdom teeth pulled out put me back in the mood so here we are! Please do enjoy, and yet again I ask to leave lovely reviews full of praise and plenty o' critique! The keep me going you know!

"-And, who is this man again, Emily?"

"I don't know who he is…"

"You don't?"

"No, I don't. I don't know who he is… Why do you keep asking me that?"

"Because, Emily, you say these marks on you were inflicted by him. That's why I-"

"They'll go away soon. And there won't be any more."

"Why is that, Emily?"

"Because. Because I've decided to stop disobeying him."

The room was too dark for her liking. How she despised dark places so. Dim, emerald eyes watched the corners each. If she didn't, they'd betray her. She was sure of it.

"What does he ask you to do, Emily?" that woman spoke once again. Spoke once again…? She never shut up. Those questions of hers….ever day, every day. She hated them too. They always tried to mess up what she knew was true. They always had a deeper purpose. Deeper meaning.

"He asks me to take part in forming his creations. And when I don't want to, I'm punished. Severely. Why are you asking me this again?" the brunette's fingers strummed against the bars on the window and just as quickly came to a halt. She looked over to the blonde-dyed bimbo in disdain.

"Because, I need to know."

Of course, the answer Emily was always given when she asked too many times. Which meant…it had been at least five. Flopping down onto the chair, Emily decided the table was interesting enough to stare at than her psych-evaluator. A moment's pause ticked by as scribbles and marks filled up that notepad of hers.

"His feathers just keep falling off…" the quiet broke, Emily had spoken. From behind those thick spectacles the older woman looked up.

"Pardon?" she remarked.

"His feathers, they just keep falling off…and he collects more and pins them right back onto himself. Each feather, a fallen soul. But no matter how many feathers he collects, he'll never be able to lift himself back into grace. A forever descending demise."

The woman's cool stare continued. So did Emily's words.

"But he doesn't mind. He finds this limbo…perfect. Exactly the hellish Heaven he so desires. But…where does this place me…I don't know. I'm not like him…and I'm not one of these feathers…such fragile things." her fingers swayed up and danced along the tabletop. Long, thin marks of lashings pressed so carefully just inches from the wrists.

"You've said…you will stop disobeying him. How do you feel about that? Are you happy? Or do you feel-" the evaluator halted in her words, those emerald eyes had made contact with her. A cold, fleeting expression.

"Remorse? Anger? Hate? There are only so many words we can use to explain such feelings…but in the end none of them matter. Because in the end you still think I'm out of my mind. And I still think you're a bitc-"

"-That will be enough for today, Emily" the woman had scooped up what little things she'd brought into the room and headed towards the door. The brunette watched her every step with little to no interest. Yet another mock-attempt, yet another failed evaluation.

With that the usual two men came hovering in over the girl's receding form. As they grabbed at her bony wrists she did no more than flinch, being escorted out of the room was a routine she knew all too well. From there it was back to her cell, being she had been a good girl as of late they did no more than lay her down in bed.

As the springs picked at her spine and the pillow sunk around her head she stared plainly up to the ceiling, waiting for him to come. The sun, she knew was already paying respects to the night. Shadows hiding in every corner began to creep up the walls and tease the last rays of light.

She hated the darkness, despised it so. He always waited for her here.