Sentenced To Eternity (On Hold)

Chapter 14

HEY PEEPS! THIS IS KARA, JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT ME AND RACHAEL SWITCHED CHAPTERS FOR ONE CYCLE BECAUSE SHE HAD A REALLY GOOD IDEA FOR MY CHAPTER. SO SHE TOOK CHAPTER 11 AND 12 AND I'M TAKING 14 AND 15. YOU'LL ALSO NOTICE THAT WHERE THE P.O.V.s ARE IT SAYS ANONYMOUS. THIS IS BECAUSE FOR THIS CHAPTER YOU CAN'T KNOW WHO'S P.O.V. IT IS.

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Sentenced To Eternity

Chapter 14

Anonymous Point of View

I cringed as yet another scream filled the air. I tried not to show how much it pained me, but it was nearly impossible. Satan frowned. I straighted my face to an unreadable expression. I found this came greatly handy during life. With everything that I had done being expressionless was the only way to escape various sentences to prison. The memory of the first time my tactic didn't succeed began to replay in my head.

 The guards dragged me off. Sharp metal handcuffs were clamped around my wrists. My heart beat so loudly and quickly in my chest I was shocked no one could hear it. Salty tears rolled down my face and wet my eyes. "Quick balling," snapped the guard to my right. I sniffled, yet the tears still came. The guard to my left sighed. He apparently didn't want to see or hear me cry. The walk down the dull gray hallway seemed to last forever. The loud beats of my heart seemed to grow fainter as we walked on, I coughed. Then stumbled. Then finally fell to the cold ground. The world around me grew duller. My vision blurred and my nearing grew faint. Finally I passed out.

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 When I awoke I was lying on an uncomfortable bed, an extremely handsome man sat on the edge. At first I thought I was dreaming, but when I reached out to touch him his clothes felt very much real. I gasped at the silkiness of them. The man's mouth twisted into an evil grin. "Who?" I asked weakly. Though as soon as I said it I knew his name. Satan didn't say a word in reply. I felt my eyes widen. "Satan?" I asked dreamily. He nodded curtly. Why was the Devil visiting me?

 "I gave you a second chance, and I want to know want you're going to do with it," said Satan, as if he were reading my mind. He looked straight into my eyes, I felt as if I would melt under his coal-black gaze.

 "A second chance?" I asked.

 "You would have died in that hallway," he began. "But I need you, and so your life continues." A soft gasp escaped my lips. "Though life will not be pleasant until you are released from this Hell-Hole," he said disgustedly. He gestured for me to look around, which I had not yet done. I sat up slowly and nearly burst into tears when I saw what was around me. Cement walls, steel bars, and a horrifyingly gross toilet. My cell. My new home. . .

 "How long?" I asked weakly.

 "Sixty years to a lifetime," replied Satan.

 "Can't you help me?" I begged. Satan sighed. He shook his head. That's when the tears began. Streaming from my already puffy eyes, soaking my face, and dripping onto my clothes.

 "Though I can make it bearable," he said quietly. I looked up meekly. "Only if you agree to helping me." I nodded eagerly. Anything to avoid the pain of jail. "And so it is sealed, I will see you in sixty years," said Satan, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. Satan disappeared in a poof of black smoke.

 "Wait!" I screamed hysterically. Pain suddenly erupted in my left arm. I pulled up my sleeve and what I saw terrified me. Burned darkly into the skin near my shoulder was a Willow, burning. . .

 I shivered at the thought of the memory. Only weeks ago sixty years had passed. My work for Satan had begun. He was really there now. "Master," I said, bowing my head.

 "You did well," said Satan, his cold voice sending shivers down my spine. "You are here as well as the target." A small smile appeared on my lips. "There is no happiness in Hell!" screamed Satan suddenly. Startled, I fell from my chair. As I stood, Satan regained his cool, though deadly, composture.

"Yes, Master," I said. "No happiness in Hell." He became less tense, assured that I would obey him. Fore he was my savior. I felt the burn/tattoo of the Burning Willow on my arm tingle. Over the years various people, including prison guards had asked where I had received it. Though I pretended to have no memory of received it. As I did with so many other things. Lying was my expertise. One of the few things I was good at. As a child my Mother called it pretending. Though everyone else knew nothing good would come from it. I was just too good at "pretending."

 "I called you here to assist me," said Satan, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodded eagerly. "The Alise girl is getting a bit too. . . close to the demons. End it now." I nodded just as yet another scream filled the air.

~Kara

~Proofed by Kc

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