We both stood their as the rain continued to pour down on us and Azazel stood there patiently waiting for my answer as I turned around to face him, I thought for a moment before my eyes met with glowing yellow, Azazel's expression changed slightly noticing that I had already made up my decision ''well'' asked azazel, sighing to myself ''I have...decided to come to hell with you rather than being hunted down by one of your hell hounds, its not like I have anything else to lose than I already have.''
''I wouldn't have said better myself Mr Simmons'' Azazel stated then vanished in a flash, A warm hand appeared on my shoulder as I turned to the opposite side, my eyes met with Azazel's yellow ones but only closer than before ''well since we have come to an agreement and there is no more to discuss, it would be best for us to be on our way'' and with that he clicked his fingers.
Moments later I found myself bound on a cross operating table unable to move as I struggled against my chain bindings I looked around the room, it was dark and cold and I could hear the screams and cries of nearby people echoing through the air. this must be what hell is like, well hell never looks the same, its always changing to increase the amount of suffering for the sinners during torture sessions.
I lay there as I thought about what I was going to do next, escape seemed impossible since hell was a world of its own and even if I did escape they would soon come after me. I soon lost track of time, not that it mattered since months on earth is years in hell. But time wasn't really something I had on my side right now, the rattling of the chains could be heard as I struggled against them as I yelled ''Alastair, where are you, I know your there, come out where I can see you'' I hissed with venom on my tongue.
A sinister chuckle can be heard ''Well your a lively one, I hope you can scream louder than my other victims'' his accent very prominent as he spoke, I smirked ''Ah Alastair, I see hell has been treating you well'' Alastair slowly paces around me ''well it does have its good moments'' ''so what type of torture are we doing this evening Alastair'' I asked, Alastair then walks towards a cloth covered trolley, placing it in front of me slightly to the side.
''Hmm, you seem so eager to be tortured by my little toys, some people dont see the true craftsmanship from being tortured'' he looks back at me ''I'm slightly sadistic '' which sounds morbid as it left my lips, ''ah, so we can both agree on something then, well do you want to put that to the test or maybe that is to much for you to handle'' Alastair said as he pulled away the cloth revealing the torture tools underneath ''you can torture me all you want but you will never break me Alastair'' I stated as I turned my head back so I was facing the wall , Alastair picked up the carving knife off the table beside him as he stood in front of me with a smile on his face as he rubbed the sharp knife against the ceramic rod to sharpen it.
''Lets see how good your pain threshold can hold out after im done with you because you wont be feeling pleasure from it, oh no you will only cry out from the excruciating pain that you will be feeling for all eternity as I warp your mind into the brink of insanity, you will become like us, Mr Simmons''