Torment

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And stabbed it.

"AAAA-AAAAA-" Her voice cutting out due to all of the screaming she went through as more tears came out of her eyes, alongside blood now as well.

Scooping behind his experiments eye, Rhistel slowly pulled back, forcing the eye to pop out of its socket, which it did, still attached to the inside of her eye socket, just hanging loosely on her cheek. She then just flopped down like a lifeless corpse.

"You can do it from here instead now." Rhistel said, while pointing at the now vacant eye socket, to the puppets.

The puppets moved in front of the snake girl, one of them sticking its finger into the eye socket, spilling more blood. The puppets then activated their magic spells once again, but this time, directly inside of Traytora's soul.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She let out a scream so loud that it could even be heard outside of the facility.

"Argh!" Rhistel, being in the same room as the source of the scream, was now bleeding from his ears because of how loud it was. "Fuck! I should have expected that, oh well. Now I need to find an excuse for that scream... Hmm, maybe I should attribute it to this being the last session, therefore we needed to extract a very vital piece of her soul. Yes! That'll be my excuse."

As the elf thought out an excuse for himself, the snake was still writhing in pain.

When the puppets had finished tearing away at her soul, the one inside her pulled its finger out and soon left the room, leaving the elf and the snake alone in the room.

"Eheheheheh..." Rhistel started laughing in an eerie manner, making the girl shiver at what was to come.

"We're going to have a lot of fun, you and I." He spoke with an absolutely menacing grin on his face as he walked closer to her. When he reached her, he grabbed one of her now loose scales, pushing the back of it down, and then ripping and dragging it across her exposed flesh, spilling more blood that caused the snake to turn as pale as her body could go.

The elf then stood up and went over to one of the mechanisms that was restraining her left hand. He fiddled with something which caused a clicking sound to ring out. He casted some magic, started rotating his hand, and then her arm started to get twisted, eventually her bones started cracking. Suddenly he twisted his hand quickly, breaking her bones instantly.

"AAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGG!!!!" She screamed out. Rhistel just chuckled.

He then moved to the lower half of her tail and stomped large chunks of her flesh off of her. He kept on stomping until nearly all of the flesh was gone and there were only a few bits keeping the tail together, how she was even still alive at this point, Rhistel didn't know, in fact, he loved it, as it meant that he could torment her even more.

He went over to the nearby table and pulled out a short knife from underneath it and made his way back to the young snake, abruptly and violently stabbing the right side of her abdomen and twisted the blade slowly until it did a full 180, he then took it out and repeated this process all the way until the left side of her abdomen.

Tossing the blade away he stood up and grabbed some of her hair, sniffing it, and smelling its fragrance. "Ahhh, so sweet, and a little salty too, would be a shame if you lost it." He said with a menacing grin on his face as he clasped her forehead and grasped a large string of hair near her head, and forcefully yanked it off of her head.

"a-aa..... aa....." She cried faintly, her voice completely all but broken due to all the screaming she had done in the past couple of months.

"AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Rhistel laughed out in complete amusement, walking back over to the table and grabbing a vail with a yellow liquid in it with a golden glow. He took the cap off and threw the contents at the girl, then promptly left the room.

This potion then slowly healed each and one of the brutal wounds inflicted upon her.

Two days later, when she was fully healed, the elf came back to do it all again, but this time, he had no restraints, making his "work" even more bloody and painful for the poor girl. Once he thought it time to stop, he threw another batch of that yellow liquid onto her and repeated this over, and over, and over again.

(Hell POV)

Ring of Lust. A very promiscuous region of hell, and very pink with heavy shades of purple.

Capital city of Asmodeun. A city with a medieval style to it, filled with brothels at nearly every other building, with a dark pink and slight red colour to it.

Every demon trembled meekly in utter terror, not even breathing loudly, in case that was what made their lord's rage completely explode in pure and unfettered hate.

In the palace at the centre of the city, is where Asmodeus resides, and in his throne room in the very middle of the castle, he sat upon his throne, trembling. His eyes filled with absolute malice as he cracked the armrests on his seat, which were made from the second toughest material in hell, which came to exist after the reforming of Earth, was now cracking to pieces under his brutal grip.

He had been watching every moment of his daughter's torture at the hands of that accursed elf. He wanted nothing more than to return to the living world and raze their entire society to the ground. Despite it only being a few months for his daughter and the rest of the living, Hell's time worked differently, and many centuries had passed since the first day Traytora was tortured, and he had to live with that pain for hundreds of years

His hatred was so great that even Satan, the prince of wrath, was being undermined by the sheer concentrated aura that he could not contain. Normally, Satan would get angry at this and do something about it personally, but no matter how angry he got, he was never able to even get halfway through the absolute density of Asmodeus' aura of pure hatred. Which made him go home, a laughing stock of hell for being outdone by another prince, and begin rethinking how wrath works.

Back in the castle of Asmodeus he began muttering things.

"I will kill them all, all the elves."

"They will pay, they will all pay.

"All shall suffer my wrath."

He kept on muttering things as his aura of hatred got bigger, heavier and more powerful. It was becoming so powerful that even Lucifer felt that he should intervene.

(Dorrak POV)

It had been nearly five months since the experiments began, and although the screams had all but stopped by now, I still felt like something was off, it should be over now and the little serpent should be on her way back by now. But why did I feel this extremely unsettling feeling deep within my heart? It felt like something was stabbing it constantly, but why? Trying to get rid of this feeling I went to go see my daughter, who wanted to speak to me urgently.

Reaching her room, I took a deep breath, and knocked.

"Come in." She said.

I entered the room, and was immediately shocked by her tired and haggard appearance.

"W-What's wrong? What happened and why do you look so terrible?" I asked with a slight stutter and immense worry in my voice.

"Take a seat first." She said to me, still calm despite the fact that she looks worse than last time.

I sat down on the seat near at her desk, as she had asked and looked at her with worry in my eyes.

"Tell me what's wrong?" I asked immediately.

"Well... lately I've been having these, err, dreams, I guess." She spoke to me with some uncertainty in her voice. "And in these dreams, all I can see is darkness, which I've had before, and I don't actually mind it all that much, it's rather peaceful actually. But over the last few months, since that scream... I've been feeling something while in those dreams... something painful, something desperate and calling out for help. At first it was very weak, but as time went on, it only got more and more prominent. I don't know where this came from, but it's really unsettling, and I don't want to sleep because it makes me really, really uncomfortable." She told me with varied emotions.

I've heard her talk about the 'dark' dreams before and how she enjoys them, but as I heard her go on, I realised that she was hearing the little snake I helped capture, cry out in pain, agony and despair.

I stood up and abruptly left the room to my daughter's dismay.

"WAIT! Father where are you gain? Why did you leave!" She cried out with mild fear and confusion. I wanted to go back and comfort her but I couldn't let this feeling of dread that I was feeling loom over me any longer.

Suddenly, the alarm system went off, I don't know why, nor did I care, I just headed to the experimentation room that held the snake girl.

(No POV)

Outside, as Dorrak headed towards the room Traytora was being tormented in, a storm appeared out of nowhere, and kept condensing in power, causing the whole city to erupt in complete panic.

As Dorrak got closer and closer towards Traytora's torment chamber, the storm outside got heavier and started to develop a demonic pressure. All while the people inside the facility and out, rushed about in panic, not knowing what to do.

Standing in front of the door to the experimentation room, Dorrak got in a stance and thrust both his hands forwards, wedging them into the gap between the door and the doorframe. He then gripped the door and tore it off, releasing an extremely pungent smell of blood that everybody who was running by could smell, some even vomited at the putrid smell.

The sight inside was horrendous to look at.

Dorrak stared at the sight before him, a serpent with her scales torn off, scattered all over the floor, some stabbed back into her own body, half her tail missing and constantly leaking a stream of bloody, hollowed out eye sockets with no eyes in them. More than half of her hair was missing and not one millimetre of her body wasn't covered in her own blood. Her left arm had been torn apart from the bone and was only connected by a few muscles.

Something inside Dorrak snapped, and then.

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