Chapter One
She dipped her hands into the cold water and splashed it on her face, letting it run down her chest, feeling the pricks of her hairs as they stood on end. Finally, opening her eyes, she looked into the small body of water. She knew this one all too well…only one river runs through hell. She lifted her face up to the sky-like void, feeling the drops weaving down her body. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a twig snap behind her. The girl half expected to see a friendly dog come tottering out, panting over to her side, licking her with its coarse, dry tongue. Instead, she felt a hand placed on her shoulder, and a shadow cast over her.
"Guess who," said a menacing voice above her. It was beyond obvious who it was, with his cruel, monotonous voice, and his pale white hand. The smell of leather was unmistakable.
"Pinhead, I'm surprised you left your little box," she sneered cruelly up at the ominous figure.
"I am not one to be tampered with Samantha," he replied. She felt his cold hands tracing her shoulder, moving slowly towards her neck. His hand searching effortlessly until at last he found what he was looking for. She felt the front of her shirt begin to loosen as the zipper in the back of her shirt unzipping slowly down, scraping against her spine, sending a shiver up her body. Pinhead's hands slowly caressing her back, moving expertly in small, smooth circles loosening her shoulders and back then the kisses began. Starting at the base of the neck, he tenderly kissed down her back. She turned around, letting him slim off the shirt she wore, and kissed him. As challenging as it was to touch his face without prodding one of the many ominous pins, the kiss came easily. Never in her human life had she ever been this vulnerable, nor had she ever felt like she needed someone this much. After she had been away from human contact for years, the sudden lust over took her. She woke up to the sound of silence, looming silence. She was lying in bed, not her own bed, but in the dark, silent chambers of the lead cenobite. She looked up to see him standing over her.
"You bastard…" she moaned, covering herself up. "You knew, you knew…" she reached over for her clothes, her hand touched nothing but the cold stone floor.
"You might need these…" he said as he tossed her clothes in a bundle back to her. She hurriedly pulled on her clothes and dashed out the door into the darkness of the night.
