Author Introduction: I was watching the extended version to Kirsty and Pinhead's meeting in Hellseeker, and this little idea popped into my head. It was also inspired by the Three Days Grace song, 'Pain'. I hope you all like it. Please R&R. This is rated M for sexual scenes.
Always Here for You
Kirsty Cotton stood frozen to the spot in the deepest part of the Labyrinth, the fear and bewilderment simultaneously flushing throughout her body as she stared at him; that tall, leather-clad Cenobite she has known for what seemed like a lifetime. She could now not remember a time when she didn't know him. He frightened, amazed and attracted her all at once. He always had.
He hadn't seemed to have changed since she last saw him; fourteen years had passed since their last encounter. His head and face still fashioned the brutal grid pattern cut into the leprous white flesh, and - the part that always intrigued her most - gleaming sliver pins driven into every intersection of the bloodless grid. So brutal, but oh so wonderfully sensual and articulately arranged.
"Kirsty...we meet again." he greeted her. His tone almost suggested that he had been expecting her.
Kirsty froze as she glanced round the room. Chains hung freely from the ceiling, it was dark and cold, and in the distance she could hear the screams and groans of the realm's damned residents.
"How did you find me?" she whimpered fearfully, knowing full well that he would have found her eventually. She just hoped that he wouldn't.
"You opened the door long ago, and it'll never be closed until I get what I came for."
Kirsty shuddered when he spoke those words. "My...soul."
The pinheaded creature continued, advancing on her slowly, his voice dripping with cunning. "It was your loving husband who did the hard work. He made it easy for me. It seems your family always does."
Rebellion rose in Kirsty's belly and her nostrils flared in defiance at those words. "THAT was Frank; I gave him back to you!" she cried furiously. "I DID what I promised!"
"Don't think I'm not grateful." he went on, his coal eyes glinting with want the longer he stared back into her defiant eyes. "I am...eternally...grateful." He ceased for a moment before beginning to advance on her. Was there a hint of a slight smirk upon those icy lips as he neared her? "But there was another bargain wasn't there?" he rhetorically queried the closer he got to the strong willed and trembling woman.
Kirsty closed her misted eyes, trying to ignore such words he had softly spoken, such plain truth that screamed at her. She uttered not a single word as he continued.
"You would not have forgotten that I gave myself to let you run."
Kirsty felt fresh tears well in her tired brown eyes. The Cenobite was right; she had never forgotten the day when he - stripped of his decorations and inhuman features - had sacrificed himself to allow her to go free. She had felt nothing but regret ever since. The pained look in his ebony eyes upon the revelation, only minutes prior to his death, had surprisingly tugged at her heart strings that day, and for the first time since her first meeting with him - she did not fear him. Instead, another feeling took over; empathy and compassion, with the slightest tinge of admiration. Very suddenly back that moment, an overwhelming urge to submit herself to him consumed her - something which had frightened her. She had since learned to bury those feelings in the years which followed.
She had begun to live a normal life, at least attempt to put the past behind her. She had met Trevor; a handsome and seemingly kind man. But appearances could be utterly deceptive, as she had now found out.
Trevor had betrayed her. In the worst possible ways. He had cheated, and plotted to kill her for her untouched inheritance.
Adultery, lust, deception, greed, and most of all...dissatisfaction; a trait which had reminded her of a much loathed family member. Almost straight away when Trevor had handed her the gift wrapped box just moments before, the once very vivid thoughts of her loathsome Uncle Frank swept her mind. She could practically see her uncle's skinned form stood before her in her father's old and dusty attic, smell the blood, feel the pulsing exposed and fragile muscle on her flesh as she'd fought back against her uncle's not-so-welcome administrations.
All in one minute, the tragedy of fourteen years previously had finally caught up with her - and she was once again that frightened and lost lonely young girl. The girl which the pinheaded Cenobite before her had met.
She was still trembling at the intensity of his words as he continued. "The configuration will never let you go, Kirsty. You solved the puzzle...you unleashed the power. There is no turning back. I will never relent till I get what I want," he said, breaking her free of her thoughts and forcing her skin to erupt in goose-pimples. "And what I want is you!"
Kirsty was all too aware that wanted her, she knew he lusted for her flesh. It called to him like a beacon. This was inevitable. Part of her wanted this, part of her wanted him to take her away from this miserable and mundane life, to save her. She was tempted. She was drawn to him. She wanted him.
"You always knew this day was coming," he purred seductively. "Felt it deep within your soul." The Leader of Cenobites had drawn so close to her now, and she let out a shiver as his towering frame loomed over her. For a moment, she thought she would cave in and go with him - but then she began to fight back against her desires that she thought were wrong.
"WAIT! Wait!" she pleaded, as his Cenobite brethren advanced on her.
After an age, she looked into his deep, dark eyes and for a fleeting moment she swore she could see a flicker of affection, gentleness. Longing. It disturbed and thrilled her all at once.
"What if I make you a deal?" she dared to bargain, staring dead into his onyx eyes.
"Interesting." the pinned Cenobite murmured finally, his lips had curved into a slight amused smile as he allowed her to continue.
"I will bring you five souls, in exchange for mine."
Five souls.
Five people.
She was willing to sacrifice five people to free herself from the Cenobites, from him.
Kirsty had opened the box in ignorance; she was unenlightened, unwilling to freely admit to, or act upon, the unbidden desires and curiosity she felt. Yet since that fateful day when she opened the box in the hospital room and came into his presence her soul had become more and more corrupted by him, day by day - slowly but surely. Now here she was, making yet another deal with him. She was going to take the lives of five people to save herself, to which he gladly accepted.
As she reached for the box so she could return to her greedy, insipid husband, the Prince suddenly drew much closer than before - their bodies were practically touching. Kirsty closed her eyes and began to breathe heavily as he placed his hand to her face. Her beautiful, tired, worn face...worn from five years of toxicity and persistent emotional, psychological abuse at the hands of her unappreciative and narcissistic spouse.
As he brushed a lock of hair away from her face, Kirsty opened her eyes to see him gazing intently at her. While her eyes are filled with tears of fear, despair, anger, desire - his were inscrutable.
"Kirsty, my sweet, the doors to our realm will always be open if you should so ever change your mind." His cavernous voice was much gentler and softer than before, as suddenly was his onyx gaze, which filled with a warmth she had never seen. "And I shall always be here for you. You long for a life beyond the one you know - I can sense all your desires, Kirsty. You want me to show you the way. I will...in time." he told her, his coal-like eyes glinting with unreserved fondness, the tone of his voice welcoming and inviting.
His hand was still connected to her cheek, and for some reason - as he spoke to her in his ethereal tones - Kirsty subconsciously leaned into his touch and even nuzzled it. His skin was lukewarm, but comforting, particularly when the leather of his thumb casually brushed her cheekbone. It was then that she realised what she was doing. "No, no, you're wrong." Kirsty said defiantly.
The Prince of Pain gave a little chuckle. "I'm never wrong, my Kirsty. You shall see."
After a moment or so, he allowed for Kirsty to leave. To go back to Earth and kill the people who had hurt her. She didn't know what she was doing, but the Prince of Pain knew - and he smiled to himself.
Each of those five people she brutally killed and gave to him was a step closer to her destiny. To him. Sooner or later, she'd go to him. She would yield to him. She would join him in the Labyrinth. She would be his - and his alone. She was on the cusp of admitting her desire for his world, and for him, and for the otherworldly pleasures he promised her. He had such sights to show her, after all, and it was just a matter of time before she would witness those sights.
All he had to do now was wait...
It had been over a month now since her husband Trevor's death; a death at her own hands. Kirsty Cotton had murdered her lying cheating husband in cold blood, and made it look like he had committed suicide. She had murdered four other people as well - those being Trevor's whores and his friend who'd conspired with Trevor to kill Kirsty for her fortune. It had felt good to make them suffer, and it thrilled her even more to know that they were suffering some more within the Labyrinth - with him as their tormentor. She had felt no remorse or regret for her part in their deaths.
Now, she sat in her lonely apartment; no real friends, a dull job. Going from one man to the other - night after night. Meaningless sex, excessive drinking - and even a little experimenting with drugs. Kirsty Cotton was undoubtedly damned. The realisation of it had now suddenly hit her. She gazed to the puzzle box, stared at it really hard. She wanted it, she wanted him. She couldn't deny her feelings any longer, could not deny her desires - her passion. She was going to take the Lead Cenobite up on his offer...
Kirsty visibly shook with anticipation as she solved the Lament configuration with ease yet again - yet her eyes were firmly closed the whole time. The smooth chiselled wood of the eighteenth Century French toy felt hot to the touch and at home within her eager grasp as her feminine fingers groped, caressed and ran along the groves and designs - tempting its secrets out.
When Kirsty opened her eyes, she was stood in the Labyrinth again - opposite him, the only man who has ever been there for her.
"Ah, Kirsty...I knew you would come." he murmured.
Was it her imagination, he did he seem almost overjoyed at seeing her?
Kirsty simply stood rooted to the spot; she didn't know how to proceed. The Cenobite, however, sensing all her desires, her wishes, stepped closer to her. Cupping her cheek in his hand again, the pinned creature gazed down into her eyes. Then he leaned in to whisper something in her ear. "I've always been very fond of you, Kirsty. Did you know that?" he purred seductively.
Kirsty sucked in an agonisingly deep breath and goose pimples emerged all over her body as she felt his proximity. Not knowing what else to do, Kirsty leaned herself into him and lifted her head to press her lips against his cold cheek - just missing the pins and leaving a red coloured lipstick mark. Raising her shaking yet curious hand, she placed it to said cheek and stroked feather light touches to it, and then leaned her face in again to kiss him - this time on his pale lips. He silently yet eagerly returned the kiss.
Their first kiss together was slow and gentle and their eyes were half-lidded, both intent on observing the other's expressions. But soon, they closed. Kirsty never thought she would ever be in a situation where she would be kissing this otherworldly being, and relishing it. Yet, here she was - kissing the Dark Prince of Cenobites and she wanted a lot more from him, an awful lot more.
Breaking away from the kiss after only a couple of seconds, which felt like centuries to the both of them, she then she pulled away to stare into his dark eyes and to answer his question. "Yes. I know." she whispered, letting him take her arms gently and pull her in to him even closer than ever.
Those black diamond eyes remained the same - inscrutably empty, but there is just something in his demeanour that told Kirsty he was feeling something. Going by the hardening erection that she could feel teasing against her womanhood through their clothes - probably lust, perhaps sexual attraction. Or, dare she admit it, even love.
Both were quiet for several agonising seconds - and once more, it felt like centuries - until he murmured; "Kirsty..." as he moved his face toward her neck. Cold chills shivered up her spine and she breathed heavily as his lips planted tender kisses to the flesh on her neck. Kirsty closed her eyes once again, allowing herself to be taken to the realms of pleasure by this otherworldly being who was just as much a man as her vile husband had ever been.
As her hands slid up his arms to eventually rest upon his shoulders, the tips of his pins scratched slightly at her chin and cheek as he continued to kiss and suck at her neck, but this is all apart of the pleasure for her.
Kirsty began murmuring as her arousal grew, her head slowly leaned back to allow her Cenobite lover to pleasure her some more, and both her hands aggressively gripped his broad shoulders as the ecstasy got too much, and just as his nimble fingers tore the buttons off her blouse aggressively and swept it off her lithe and succulent torso before tossing the shredded garment aside.
After she allowed him to peel the rest of her clothes away - leaving her naked before him and at his mercy - Kirsty entwined his neck with her arms and pressed her young exposed body to his whilst he casually lifted his cassock, and then the final descent into darkness for the young woman had truly begun as the Prince of Pain pushed himself inside of her, right up to the hilt.
Blood pumped from her crevice, so much was the brutality of his possession. Yet this did not faze Kirsty in the least. She reached down with one finger as he continued to rock against her, and dipped the tip into the blood pouring between them. She drew a scarlet trail against his face where it eventually reached his lips. He eagerly accepted her gift, lapping it up with a sweep of his studded tongue. The taste of her blood between his lips was ever so sweet.
As their howls and screams of pain and pleasure echoed throughout the dark Labyrinth, the realisation hit her. She was no longer human. She did not belong on Earth, she was no longer the sweet and naive innocent young girl who had been frightened by one look at her future pinheaded beau. Her very own Prince. She knew her place was now here, in this realm...by his side, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
Finally, that day that he had promised her would come, had indeed arrived.
An hour filled with pain and pleasure passed, they had experienced many climaxes, and now a sweaty and bloody Kirsty finally allowed her pinheaded lover to lower her to the ground, where she then dressed herself again. Her body ached with a smattering of many sensations...and it felt so good. She knew this was but a small taste, and she wanted more. Once she was respectively clad, the Prince held out his hand to her - his face still smeared in her blood from where she had trailed his face with her red-tinted fingertips.
"Kirsty...please join me in your rightful home...our home. Come with me to the Labyrinth."
Kirsty, without hesitation, took his hand, her fingers entwining with his, and whispered, "Yes."
The two now walked off into the distance, hand in hand, their destiny finally fulfilled. She was now his concubine...
Meanwhile, Trevor Gooden lingered miserably in his own personal world of torment. It was no secret to all in the Labyrinth that he suffered greatly for his lust and greed in life. But he suffered a lot more now as the Leader of Cenobites made certain he'd been made well aware of his and Kirsty's recent mad coupling.
He was forced to view the images of his pin-studded tormentor and Kirsty together over and over again as a reminder of his cruelty to her whilst they were married. How his final act of coldness had ultimately driven Kirsty into the arms of the mutilated being who had systematically tormented him following the deception.
How Trevor suffered, and how Xipe Totec and the newly Cenobitic Kirsty Cotton - formerly Mrs Gooden - enjoyed his suffering.
How his suffering was legendary.
The End...