The ritual was finally over. The candles were blown out, leaving the vast room in darkness. My left thigh burned and stung from the carved Leviathan sigil. My eyes grew wide as I stared at my left arm. Over the three thin scratches was a new one.
Still curled up on the hard wooden floor, I closed my eyes, hoping to get some rest.
"You've been an absolute gem these past few days, dear," Rolando praised. He took out the cloth from my mouth and untied my bonds. "Are you ready to go home?"
"Yes," I answered weakly. I had to get back to my world, no matter what.
Rolando carefully picked up my nude body with his clawed hands. I let myself be carried along out of the room and down the hallway. The lights were dim and no one else was there.
"Huh?" I asked as he carried me past my room. "Where are we going?"
"For a little swim," he mentioned mysteriously.
I figured he was going to taunt me more and wash off the dried blood from the sigil.
We entered the pool room, and the pool glowed its eerie green light. I seemed to be accepting of whatever plan he had next.
But when I heard a deep growl rumble from his throat with a hint of sadistic pleasure, my blood turned cold. He hovered closer to the pool, and I shuddered.
"Hey, what's wrong, dear? I thought you liked being in the water."
Brief yelps came from my mouth.
"That's not really gonna do anything. There's just the two of us here," Rolando said. "But your primal panic is particularly pleasing, so please continue."
I just shook and looked away. "I-I said I wanted to go home."
"You are going home," Rolando chuckled. "Your new eternal home."
"Let me go, please, Rolando!"
"You should already know why I'm going to kill you," he mused.
He lowered himself halfway into the water.
He leaned closer and I could feel his hot breath on my skin.
"I won't let Leviathan or anyone else watch this time…this session is too special for that."
He leaned in. "Plus, I've been desperate to feast fully on your flesh and feelings for a while and I think it's time I receive my due reward."
He lowered me into the water ever so slowly.
"Heh. I actually think this is a better scenario than the hanging I had planned. We both get to be in our element, and I get to be the last one you see."
"But…but I'll just go back to my own world…"
Rolando just tsked at me.
"I don't think so. Lord Leviathan is the oldest of the infernal rulers...at least in this world's Hell. When he wants souls, he gets them. And when I get hungry…"
My back touched the water.
"…I always find a way to feel satisfied again."
I shuddered some more.
He gently stroked my cheek. "Remember, this will only feel unpleasant for a moment, but it'll soon be over. I'll try and come visit you in Hell if I get the chance…it'll be interesting to see how far you've progressed."
The water crept over my legs, arms, and chest until only my face was visible.
His yellow eyes glowed with malice, and he barred his teeth in a wide sinister grin.
"This is my favorite part, so I hope you can enjoy some of it, too. Best of luck…my little Rolanda…"
Before I could blink, I felt myself being shoved under the water. He went under with me. For the first seven seconds or so, it was relaxing.
Then I felt pressure building in my chest. I instinctively lifted myself toward the surface…
…but strong clawed hands held my legs and waist.
I gasped in a panic, bubbles near my mouth, clawing at the water. I let out scared garbled sounds, kicking and flailing and punching. No matter how much I moved, it was useless; his grip was too strong.
I gasped and choked some more, black spots starting to creep into my vision. I lowered my head and my body went limp, my eyes staring at the floor. I thought it would be the end…
…until I felt the brief sharp pain of teeth digging into my neck. I could barely see the red blood flowing out and I didn't want to see it.
Through the pain, time seemed to stand still, and I felt darkness around me…
…and strangely enough, there I was back in the worn movie theater of my mind. I sat weak and wheezing in a seat, glimpsing at a black fog and water rushing in along the floor. Peering at the theater screen, my heart stopped when I spotted a green-tinted image of Rolando winking at me before the screen faded to black.
There were no chains binding me to the seat this time.
Then I saw Rolando appear before me as a dark silhouette, towering over me. He didn't need to keep me in place…even if I had more strength, I couldn't struggle against him.
The last words I heard from Rolando chilled me to my soul: "Sweet dreams, little one."
I almost felt like passing out…I could still feel the pain of dying. I barely noticed Rolando morphing into his naked form, pushing apart my legs and beginning to grind himself against me.
I was being murdered and mindfucked at the same time…and there was nothing I could do about it. I almost wished he had killed me off earlier…heck I almost wished I never discovered the Helluva-verse in the first place.
The only thing left to do was let Rolando drag me along and wait for it to end. Through the last agonizing moments, I could still feel a fiery flow of pleasure from down below in my groin.
After what seemed like forever…the terrified thoughts and the agony finally ceased…
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ENVE:
Radical-Rolando posted a new video:
The video showed Rolando eating my heart and organs with a sinister grin, red blood on his face and clothes.
"Finally got to kill her! Just as tasty as I thought she would be. Sweet human said she'd die for me and that I could have her heart…she certainly kept her promise!"
Envious-Karen: What a show-off. I don't go around posting what I eat.
Glimmering Glam: Holy shit, he really does get off killing humans. Perhaps we should incorporate a similar theme at our next show.
Glamorous Glim: You know Mammon, though, we need to stick to the latest trends. One that doesn't involve that Fizzarolli freak!
Helsa-Alpha-Bitch: Possessor hippie played with his food too much. Now her soul will be stuck in Pride like all the other nobodies.
Seviathan-The-Man: Lord Leviathan must have some strange reason to think that mortal will somehow end up in Envy. Lucifer won't let that happen. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if that soul was double dead by now.
Envious-Karen: Hell is utterly confusing anyway. And frankly, I don't care. So long, Rolando!
Radical-Rolando: Thanks for spelling it right this time!
Envious-Karen: I meant Ronaldo, you freak! Darn typo!