Madison Montgomery: The Untold Story

Welcome To Hell

His hands wrap around my small petite neck, his fingerprints start to engraved into my delicate skin. He continues to press harder and harder as I started to struggle for breath. I struggle  to put together a single sentence.
"Please", I softly whispered. He doesn't stop. My body starts to lose any sign of hope. I try to squeeze the bedsheets to try and relieve any sort of pain but it didn't help. He presses harder and harder and harder until I give up.

Suddenly I'm stood over my lifeless body lying on the bed, with this hands still wrapped around my neck. My body lays there like a puppet without a master, my eyes staring directly up at the ceiling with so much concentration. Then he gets up and leaves the room like nothing even happened.
"Oh shit, here we go again", I think to myself.
This time didn't feel the same though. It felt like I wasn't alone, like there was an audience watching my grand entrance. The room slowly starts to turn black. Seeping through the walls, the floors, the ceiling everywhere. Then a loud voice echoed around the room, "Madison, welcome to hell!"

Then I am suddenly picked up by some kind of force and pushed down the room. My heels scrapping the hard wooden floor, I quickly shut my eyes thinking it would sort of help but I quickly remember there's no point at I couldn't see a thing anyway. I am pushed back into a chair. A single candle is light on a table in front of me. I jump to pick it up until I hear foot steps coming towards me. I hesitate weather I should pick up the candle and run but where would I be running to? Nothingness? I think it would be safer to remain the in the cold sodden chair. A black figure appears in the corner of the room. Blacker than the rest of the room, but how is that possible? I think to myself. The foot steps get more and more heavier with each step it takes. My palms begin to sweat, this might be the first time in the life I feel genuine fear. It come to a standstill and takes a seat opposite me.

The low light coming from the candle helps me to try and identify this creature. A black hood covering his face helps to hide this creature but I look down and notice his hands are completely grey, his nails are so long they could be considered as claws, wrinkles cover his whole hand up and down.  This guy totally needs a manicure, I wonder. As I am examining his hands they slowly start to move up towards his good, starting to reveal his face. Then that's it, he is discovered. He looks dead into my eyes, his bright red eyes pierces straight through me. Black marks upon his ashy grey skin scar all across his face.  He smirks revealing his bright while sharp teeth.
"Welcome to hell, I said", he breaths.
"Yeah, I heard you the first time."
His eyes squint and his mouth starts to pout. He clutches his kane hard.
"The rules are quite simple Madison. I own this realm, no one is higher than me. You will do as I say.", he laughs. Fuck this guy, I think to myself. Cordelia will find a way to get me back.

The room suddenly goes all bright like a flash grenade had just been set off, I cover my eyes to protect myself from the deadly flash. But as I recover I am not where I was before. My hands are locked in chains which are bound to a wall. A huge brown wooden door blocked my pathway to freedom, the bricks look damp and dull. I try to pull at the chains but like I thought I'm stuck here. Oh fuck I think to myself.