Screams echo around me, all of them filled with pure agony.
Maybe they're screaming because they're burning in the bazing flames, which fill my environment, or the endless torture is the cause of that, who knows?
*WHIP!*
"*Moan* Harder, Daddy!" (Me)
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" (Azaus)
His grip on the whip tightens visibly, and he lashes out once more.
*WHIP!*
The thorns bury themselves deeply into my skin. Each time they hit me, a good chunk of flesh goes with them.
"COME ON! PUT YOUR BACK INTO IT!" (Me)
"I FUCKING CAN'T! I DON'T WANT TO TORTURE YOU ANYMORE!" (Azaus)
The goat-legged demon in front of me lets go of the whip, infuriated. His eyes show a beautiful mix of anger and confusion.
"Already starting to give up? I thought that you were supposed to be the one who would "finally break me"?" (Me)
His breathing becomes heavier, showing how angry he is, but he doesn't answer my provocation. His snout just exhales, as if he sighed.
The flames around me sear my wounds together.
'Man, hell is such a thoughtful place. They don't even let me bleed out.'
Azaus spits in my face with contempt.
"You're here even longer than me. No wonder that I can't fucking break you." (Azaus)
The spit rolls down my cheek. It only takes seconds before it corrodes through my flesh and leaves a hole behind.
'He even has acidic spit, eh?'
"I don't know if the spitting was supposed to be some kind of punishment, but, to be honest, I'm kinda turned on." (Me)
"Fuck this." (Azaus)
One last time, he penetrates my stomach with an acid dripping dagger, before turning around.
He jumps over the river consisting of lava, and leaves me completely alone.
'Fucking hell, finally.'
As soon as he leaves my sight, I move my tongue around and pull something out with a *Clink!*.
The key to my shackles is stuck between my teeth.
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'Fucking faggot. Didn't even notice me stealing it right from his dick area.'
I spit the key out into my hand, and search for the lock on my overly clichéd shackles.
'But for real though. Who the fuck would really just put a fucking ball of metal on some of the worst criminals in the multiverse? The devil must be retarded.'
After a bit of fiddling, I feel the lock touching my hand-
'Ouch.'
And immediately burning my finger off.
'Scratch the part with "just a ball of metal". This is some kind of fucking cheat.'
A pulse of energy is being emitted by the lock, not letting anything near it.
'But not that I hadn't planned for something like that in the last 500 years.'
I scrap together the tiny amount of mana I was able to save up in my whole lifetime here, and push the "anti-approach" spell back.
They key enters the lock, signaling my freedom.
I stand up from my kneeling position, for the first time since centuries. To be exact, for the first time since another demon ordered me to stay like this, about 1500 years ago.
"But now I'm free." (Me)
A real smile appears for the first time on my face in ages.
'Have you finally done it, my dear?'
A voice invades my mind. Clearly a girly one.
"Yep!" (Me)
'I'm so glad! Now I can finally make you mine!'
"Yes, you can!" (Me)
My body feels extremely sluggish.
I make my first step.
"And who exactly are you?" (Me)
Just as I finished my last word, my vision becomes dark.
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I regain my consciousness bit by bit.
First, I feel my bones start to shift around.
'Not as bad as Kuprik's "Puzzle of bones" tho. What kinda fucked up idea was it, to completely rearrange my bone structure, and then forcing me to put it back in the right order? I FAILED IN BIOLOGY! IT TOOK ME 60 YEARS!'
Then my muscles being ripped out and uniting with my fresh bones.
'This actually feels quite pleasant.'
And finally, my skin being torn apart.
'Had that too often already. Doesn't even make me flinch.'
As I reminiscent about the good memories of my past, I manage to open my eyes.
"A desk." (Me)
Covering my vision, is the bottom of a table, standing above me with it's four metallic legs.
I look around me.
'A class.'
About 20 students look at me with an aghast expression.
I look at myself.
'A skirt.'
The skirt is clearly made for females, but 2 hairy legs are sticking out of it.
'A dick.'
I'm clearly feeling my dick, so I'm not a girl.
'Hail Satan, I'm still a dude. But still, weird situation...'
I stand up with a grunt. My body feeling weirdly unfamiliar.
I notice how the stares of my classmates are burning through my very soul. Not a single sound is heard, in contrast to the constant screaming in hell. They're just looking at me, with their mouth wide open.
"What? Never seen a dude wearing a skirt before?" (Me)
'I'M NOT A DUDE?!'
Another voice invades my thoughts. Once more, it's a girl.
'New phone, who dis?'
'WHY ARE YOU IN MY BODY?! GET OUT!'
'New phone, who dis?'
'I'M THE OWNER OF THIS BODY!'
'Huh... weird, since, clearly, I'm the one who's controlling this body.'
'FUCK OFF!'
Suddenly, as if the second girly voice in my head wasn't enough, a screen appears in front of me.
Hey, guys!
'New phone, who dis?'
Is yo boi... God!
At those words, I feel a dark emotion spread through me.
'He's not dead yet, eh?'
Well... how should I say this... Welcome to the apocalypse!
'WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!'
'Could you be quiet, while inside of my head?'
A loud roar comes from the hallway, breaking the pleasant silence from before.
'That sounds quite familiar.'
Suddenly, a huge foot pushes the classroom door out of it's hinges.
'Ah, Orc.'
'ORC?!'
'STOP SCREAMING!'