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The screams of a prisoner filled the air. I covered my ears. Although I've lived here my whole life, I've never gotten used to the screams of pain and agony coming from the dungeons of hell. Every day was the same; wake up, train, torture, sleep, wake up, train, torture, sleep... And it goes on and on again. (Of course not including the three meals a day and break time)

I checked my watch. Five minuets.

I fixed my ponytail and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Our torturing attire. boyfriend jeans, red top, black jacket and fingerless, leather gloves and converse shoes. I took my phone out and checked my messages for my assigned room for today. Scroll... Scroll... There we go... Room 25. I ran to the torture stations and looked for my assigned room.

Once I found it I took a deep breath and entered. Inside was a teenage girl. She had blonde hair, blue eyes and she had cuts and bruises all over. She was slumped in a corner of the room and opened her mouth to speak but didn't have enough energy to do so. I wonder what she did wrong in her life to be here? She looks innocent. Unlike the others whom I've had to torture.

I looked to the left where the prisoners sin was usually carved to remind the prisoner of what they did.

Carla.
-committed suicide

That isn't fair. She ended up here because she got tired of her life and decided to end it. She shouldn't be here. I'd help her escape but that would be a death sentence. But hey... I'm already in hell. What will they do if I break the rules once or twice in my lifetime of torture and training... But that's impossible cause dads outside listening.

"Look. My dads out listening for some screams of pain and agony. I'm giving you three choices I torture you and you scream, I call lucifer, he tortures you and you scream or you fake a scream. Pick." I whispered.

Carla's eyes widened at the mention of my fathers name and she screamed.

"I guess it's choice three then. Wise choice." I said. I took my phone out and started playing my favorite game.

A few hours later it was time for family dinner. Great. dinner with lucifer... How delightful... Not!

I changed into my blood red dress and walked to the dinner room. My sister Vivian was sitting to fathers left and I took my seat to fathers right. Vivian and I were different in every way. She had blonde hair I had brown hair, she had green eyes I had blue eyes, she was a computer genius with no fighting skills whatsoever, I was a born leader and warrior with no talent in hacking, she loved working in hell and all I wanted was to get out, and the list goes on...

"What's on the menu today?" I asked.

"For your sister and father, lobster. And you... AB- blood. Your favorite." Amelia, our cook said. I was half vampire. Unlike the rest of my family members. The last time I asked father why, he set my hair on fire and told me never to mention it again.

"You can have some of my lobster." Vivian offered. Vampires can eat and taste normal food. But no matter what the vampire eats food will never satisfy the hunger. Only blood can. And although Vivian and I were total opposites Vivian and I got along well. We were best friends for as long as I remember.

"No. It's ok. Thanks." I said and started sipping the blood in my cup. I could get it fresh from the human but I guess that would be impolite. I mean really. Bring a human to the dinner table and suck his blood out? Yeesh! That's more of a lunch and breakfast thing.

"Victoria. I've heard that you've done well in training today. Finn told me that you took down 4 hell hounds in 2 minutes. That's good. But not good enough. Tomorrow I want you to take down 5 hell hounds in 1 Minuit. You are going on a mission tomorrow night. You need to be fully trained." Father said.

I almost forgot about the mission until father mentioned it. I'm supposed to hunt down and bring two other hell leaders here with Vivian. In hell there are five stations.

Vivian's station is the technology station. Where hackers like her invent torture devices and insure that all prisoners stay in their cells.

My station is the chaos station. I am in charge of all the death and chaos happening on earth. Some people think chaos is bad but actually, there can be no life without chaos. Just like there can be no rainbow without rain. I mean where would we be without the World War? And what is life without death? Death is what gives us a meaning. Get what I mean?

I'm also in charge of the hell warriors. I lead them. I train with them. I get two jobs because I am half vampire and half hell leader. I don't know why but I didn't dare ask father. If he set my hair on fire because I asked him why I was half vampire, I'd be dead if I asked him about this.

The other two stations are the deciders and the punishers. Deciders decide if they can go to hell or if they stay on earth to wander around as aimless souls and punishers are the ones who torture those who have made a wrong decision in their life.

"Yes father." I said. We ate in silence and after dinner I went straight to bed.

Tomorrow will be interesting...

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