"Imprisoned"

I was not prepared

For her return

She had changed

For the worst

I had changed as well

For what I am not sure

But all of that

Was destroyed

For my Tormentress

Sold me to another.

Hundreds of years later…

The four blades piercing his chest were so cold as the agony shot through his mortal body. The pain was horrendous. From behind someone had crept and sent four deadly sharp blades had entered through his back and now protruded from his chest. Pain was amazingly able to think through the anguish of his wounds. He knew who had inflicted this upon him, who stood behind him still holding the blades through his chest.

With his right lung punctured, he struggled to gasp out, "Snare…"

Snare, whose features had changed to complement her even further, smirked. "Right you are, my slave."

Her fingernails were black and claw-like. On her right hand, her fingernails had grown to the length of daggers—long enough to pierce straight through his chest.

Why would she kill him, he pondered. Her goal had always been to cause him torment and drag out his immortal life painfully. Never to actually kill him. That was too merciful.

Centuries ago, Pain would have welcomed death. But now that his "human" side was developing, he was finding the secrets behind life ever slowly but ever surely.

Practically reading his mind, Snare's smirk grew. "My dear, Pain. I have someone interested in your skills. He can save you…if you cooperate."

…

She took him away. Away from Earth—the world he was so familiar with. She took him by ship. Spaceship. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. Or it would have been if he were not fading quickly in a pool of blood on the floor of the ship's cabin. Something was keeping him alive—how? And what?

He thought the agony of eternal existence was painful. It was nothing compared to the torment he was going through now. Why wouldn't he die? Any man would have died in a matter of seconds from a wound as he had received. He was pleading for death as he lay, so frail, fading quickly but never dying. It was a match to the torment inflicted upon him in France.

After what felt like days of endless anguish, a man only a few years older than he knelt beside him. His dark cloak made him believe that this was the reaper of souls here to reap his own. But sadly no.

His voice spoke through the dark pain to the young half-demon. "I can relieve you of your misery. All you must do is become my servant."

No, Pain thought. I will not be ANYONE'S servant EVER AGAIN!

The wicked telepathic man picked up on his thoughts. "Or I could simply leave you here to suffer for all eternity. You realize my power is what is keeping you from death."

So he was responsible for the endless suffering Pain was dealing with? Oh this was only getting better and better.

Getting rather impatient, the man used smooth tone to threaten. "You've only got five seconds to answer unless you'd like to remain in agony for the rest of eternity."

Pain's mind screamed, FINE!

As the man healed him, Pain let the horror of reality sink in.

He was a slave once more.