" I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim. " Can you Feel My Heart; Mothica
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Such a pretty little sukkubs," Ravana purrs as he lightly strokes a blade up and down the mute succubus' flesh. He cuts into her skin, leaving sporadic gashes that lightly bleed across her body before targeting a particular spot on her face. Ren looks up at him with a mix of rage and fear in her eyes. She's chained to a red, scalding-hot rock wall. The shackles pinch her wrists and ankles, her arms strained above her head, and her toes barely graze the floor. She trembles beneath his demon dagger, not daring to flinch as he digs the blade deeply into the sensitive skin of her left cheek.
"All these scars," he taunts, "they simply add to your beauty, don't they?" He harshly drags the blade across her flesh. Her skin burns, the runes on the dagger adding a searing heat to the blade. The skin boils beneath the Hell-forged steel, and she lets out a muffled cry of pain, staring into the man's unsettling black and yellow eyes as he smiles maliciously at her.
"Ravana, what the Hell are you doing?" The chilling voice of Amon pierces the air. Emerging from the shadows, Amon's ashen-gray skin seems to absorb the dim light around him. His black, deer-like horns twist upwards, framing a face of cold authority. But it's his eyes, deep mauve pools that glow with an otherworldly intensity, that truly commands attention. Ren's choked sobs immediately cease at the presence of her formidable owner, and her body begins to violently shake in fear as Amon steadily approaches.
"I just wanted to give the pretty little lady a present," Ravana claims as Amon observes the deep gash across Ren's face.
"She is not yours to break," Amon sternly reminds him, backing the lesser demon against the wall. Amon glares down at him in annoyance, and a low growl escapes his chest. "Leave my toys alone," he demands, and Ravana nods frantically.
"Yeah, yeah. You got it, boss," he says, quickly skirting around the taller demon, fleeing from the scene and leaving Ren alone with her owner. Amon sighs and peeks over his shoulder, looking at the trembling succubus. He turns, tilting his head as he observes the fresh wound on her face. Amon walks up to her, and she violently flinches as he grazes a thumb across the weeping wound, smearing blood as his sharp black nails trail along the irritated flesh.
"You are mine to break," he mumbles under his breath to himself, and the succubus lets out a whimper as tears stream down her face. "My pretty little sukkubs," he murmurs before releasing Ren from her chains. She roughly drops to the floor with a thud, collapsing onto her knees in a fit of exhaustion as her owner looms over her. "I have something for you," he begins to taunt. "It's a lovely little show, I think you'll quite enjoy it," he says before lifting her to her feet with a grip on her hair.
The succubus trails behind him, weaving through the labyrinthine corridors of the lower levels of Hell, her senses tingling with anticipation and dread. As they near an uncharted chamber, the distant echoes of hedonistic laughter and guttural moans grow louder. Pushing open the heavy, ornate doors, she's met with a scene of pure, unbridled debauchery. The vast chamber teems with lower-level demons, their twisted forms entangled in a frenzied dance of passion and desire. The air is thick with the scent of brimstone and lust, and the dim, fiery glow from the walls casts eerie shadows that seem to join the macabre celebration. The very essence of the room pulsates with raw, demonic sexual energy.
