Hellbound

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I felt the hands of the demons, grabbing my legs and arms, dragging me to hell. I screamed and begged and pleaded but the demons wouldn't let me go.
I was pulled into the scorching hell and taken into a large room. I couldn't see anything.
"Satan will be with you shortly." Wait, what?

The door to the room flew open, moments later, and a large shadowy figure approached me. I realized it was Satan.
"Mr. S-s-Satan." I couldn't help but stammer. He held a finger in the air.
Satan laughed, "Ah. You must be Caroline of the Hakai bloodline, oh how I hate your family roots." His voice was overwhelming and even though his mouth didn't move, his voice wasn't out loud, it was in my head.
My lips quivered, "S-s-Satan. I don't want to be h-h-hellbound."
Satan's shadowy tail wrapped around my neck, "You're the last in line to suffer. You don't want to be hellbound?" His shadowed figure made me uneasy.
"Yes, s-sir."
He lifted my to his eyes, his eyes were all red. "If you survive, I want your first born son. Deal?"
I would never have children, "Deal."
His tail pierced through my chest, "See you later, Caroline."

I woke in my bed, feeling my chest. It was just a dream. I sighed and looked at my chest that contained a scar from birth, I've been told. I let out a breath of relief. I rolled over and went back to sleep