Interrogation

The young cenobite remained chained to the wall until he could await his interrogation by his master. He had been discovered committing an "unforgivable" crime…helping humans survive. Pinhead was going to interrogate this insolent fool and then dispose of him…the young male had potential but his desire to help those in need was most undesirable. Still the young male would not recant. He would defy his master until the end.

"Ahhh Whispers. Lets see how quiet you are when your punishment begins." Pinhead smiled cruelly. He motioned for one of his surviving members of his older Gash; Stitch. He had not disposed of her for the reason that she had a unique cruelty about her. Stitch stood silently by her master not making a move. Various items of torture were at her disposal. Whispers glared defiantly at his master and at Stitch. "I am not sorry for what I did Pinhead. Do what you will. Humanity will survive." Whispers said proudly.

Without so much as a word the cenobite motioned to Stitch. Pinhead stepped aside and let Stitch do as she will. Stitch stared at Whispers wondering what to do first. She grabbed a long serrated filleting knife making a long incision from his colarbone to his stomach. She pulled the skin apart exposing his intestines. Whispers even though it was excruciating pain didn't give the two cenobites the satisfaction of crying out. Stitch put her knife aside and grabbed a small rusted exacto knife and sliced into his large intestine and small intestine.

Blood and digestive fluids spilled out of his exposed intestines. Pinhead watched grinning. Stitch silently cut pieces of Whispers's stomach out. Whispers remained quiet despite the pain throughout the ordeal. Stitch then replaced his innards with hot coals and filled his remaining stomach with hot molten lead. By now Whispers should have been screaming and crying begging for forgiveness. In a last ditch effort a rather annoyed Stitch began to mutilate his genitalia.

Removing the skin of his penis made even Pinhead cringe although he didn't dare show it. To show weakness would lead to his ruin. Once his genitals were removed Whispers was turned upside down so he could be slowly sawed in half on a large rusty saw blade. As the blade slowly worked its way up often getting caught on bone and tissue along the way Whsipers bit down hard to keep from crying out. By the time it reached his chest area it was removed. Whispers was turned upright once again and Stitch grabbed one of his hands and began pulling out his fingernails one by one with a small white hot device Whispers had never even seen before. After removing his fingernails Stitch went to remove his eyelids but was rather stunned when she saw that Whispers had already died. She looked nervously at Pinhead who was enraged. Not only because the young cenobite was now dead but he had died without so much as a cry for mercy and a smile upon his lips.

Pinhead loosed a vicious snarl and backfisted Stitch sending her sailing halfway across the room. She slowly rose to her feet clearly terrified now. In all the years that she had known him he had never hit her before…threatened yes…but actually hit her no. Even the other cenobites who watched from a distance felt a bit sorry for her. Still better her than them. Stitch backed slowly away out of sight from her enraged master and it was a good thing too for if she had stayed one second longer he would have thrown a chair right at her head.

Pinhead sat back down in his chair trying to calm down. He had not intended to take his rage out on Stitch. She had been nothing short of faithful to him and had carried out is orders without fail and without question. Still he could not appologize and would not appologize to the cenobite woman. If she had left right after realizing Whispers was dead this would not have happened.

He should have known better than to create Whispers. Those other cenobites he had created had once been humans who had came to him to be on his side rather than face the horrors he could unleash. They were somewhat willing. Whispers was not willing and carried his desire to help those in need into his cenobatic form.

Stitch hurried along passing Merkova along the way. "Looks like your precious position is in peril. You should watch for those that would take over." She grinned. Stitch glared at Merkova. 'Stupid bitch. Half horse half woman cenobite. Honestly what the hell is Merkova good for anyway.' Stitch though to herself. Merkova and her Lucky Six had allied with Pinhead realizing he was without rules and was now the most powerful cenobite there was. Merkova was no fool.

As soon as Stitch was out of sight Merkova narrowed her eyes. She hated that Stitch cenobite but also admired her unflinching loyalty. Yes, Stitch's position was most desirable indeed.

Elsewhere

Kirsty had kept quiet about her agreement with Leviathan. If she told Tiffany then her friend might try and put a stop to it. Kirsty did have her doubts at first about helping the deity but realized that Leviathan had spoken the truth. Everything he said had come to pass including the insignificant vicious change in the friendly german shepard. The dog had finally lost it and had killed some people devouring their flesh before his owner had empties his gun into the dog's head before taking his own life.

Kirsty knew she couldn't do it alone. She had hoped that Leviathan was going to assemble a somewhat decent team to stop Pinhead once and for all. She had hoped this team would be human at least and if not would not try and get rid of her once Pinhead was stopped…if he could even be stopped.

Next up: Tiffany gets a calling