After about an hour, Santos's body had repaired itself, and Savannah's ear had regrown.

It was smaller than her original ear, and Santos knew that they were in trouble. Their bodies needed blood, and quickly, or else they wouldn’t be able to heal. So they both set off to find their next meal.

They walked around the extravagant beach resort, and it was empty.

There were no birds in the sky, yet the sounds of seagulls could be heard. Music played from a nearby tiki bar, and food was left on the counters and tables. The more they walked around, the more unusual it was.

It was as if everyone stopped what they were doing at once, and just left.

Walking on the white sandy beach, Santos ran headfirst into the water, and laughed, happy to be clean.

"Get in," Santos laughed.

Savannah stood on the beach, refusing to get in. It looked like water. It smelled like the beach. She knew it wasn’t. Santos ran out of the water, towards her, covered in water, and she screamed.

"Don’t touch me, you’re covered in blood!"

Santos stopped. He held up his left arm and licked it. A small smile slowly spread over him, as the water tasted like blood, and he kept going, licking his hands, arms, and lips. Savannah's stomach lurched and she threw up.

Disgust washed over her as blood came out, onto the pure white beach sand.

"Get in and get yourself some more food, you don’t know when we won’t get another chance."

Savannah kept touching her face, and then she realized. She was dead and had come back. The entire time, Savannah thought that she cried bloody tears because she was in Hell, not because something about her had inherently changed.

Now that everything was quiet, she started to feel different.

Carefully, she took out her contacts. She didn’t need them anymore. Everything was fine. Better, even. That’s what scared her the most.

Accepting her fate, she joined Santos in the fictitious water.

She dunked her head underneath and took in deep gulps, no longer ashamed. Everyone was a monster here. She belonged there with the rest of them. The side of her head tingled, and when she came back up, her ear had grown again, back to its normal size.

"What did you do to me," Savannah asked.

"I saved your life," Santos replied.

He dragged her out of the water, and she followed this time, not fighting or arguing about things she didn’t understand. There was nowhere to run, so she went the only way she could.

Straight forward, right into the heart of the trap.

Santos and Savannah walked in silence through the empty streets, the small storefronts, and the palm trees. A warm breeze lifted her spirit and she tried to focus on the positives. That no one was trying to kill them, and there were no giant heads or naked women.

The glass sliding doors opened on their own as they entered the Solomon’s Island Hotel and Resort. At the front desk sat a woman, with a neat black bun, the standard hotel uniform of a pencil skirt with a white blouse, and her name tag: Anna.

Anna was missing her nose, and when she smiled and waved, Santos noticed that she wore dentures and was missing all her nails as well. With no one else around they had no choice but to talk to her.

"Hey uh…..Anna! Yes, can you help us," Santos grinned, flashing his predatory smile.

He leaned on the glass receptionist desk and tried his hardest not to stare at the gaping hole in the front of her face. Savannah didn’t try at all and just stared at the ground.

"We were told you were coming," Anna said. "Father says he wants you to suffer on the way down, so he won’t tell you where the rest of the Gehenna Gates are."

Savannah's lips curled, learning that He had children.

Savannah looked up and asked Anna, "Your father is the De-"

"Don’t say it," Santos and Anna screamed.

Savannah remembered that she had said, the G-word, and an earthquake almost happened. What would happen if she said, the D-word?

"Sorry about her, it's her first time here," Santos sighed.

Savannah wondered how it could not be anyone's first time in Hell and just kept her mouth shut, not wanting to cause the ground to erupt or the sky to explode.

"Why can’t He just let me go through? I thought He wanted to see me, anyway," Santos said.

"Oh Lyrica, he knows what you’re trying to do. Dad wants to make you work for it."

"Fine let's get this the fuck over with, lead me to whatever bullshit you got next," Santos flippantly said. With another giant grin, Anna stood up and led them down the marble halls.

The sounds of the beach faded away the deeper they got into the hotel.

The walls got taller, as they walked past the empty buffet and the minibar.

It started to get dark, and the air musty. Soon the walls were no longer painted a nice pale blue but were replaced by thick, large, stone bricks, and the lights were replaced with scones holding candles.

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The fire was black and blue, instead of a regular red-orange, and the deeper they went, the more a sense of dread overcame Savannah. She wondered how Santos could be absolutely calm walking deeper into a trap, asking to be led to it.

She told herself that he must know what he was doing, or else he wouldn't be so brave. Why would someone charge head-first into danger?

He did not know what he was doing.

They finally stopped at large black chamber doors, with long roman columns on the side, dark red in color. The closer Savannah looked, the more she realized that the columns were originally black, just stained in blood.

There were bloody handprints all over the chamber doors as well.

Savannah was about to fly away again, but it was too late. Santos opened the chamber doors wide open, not waiting for Anna’s permission, and they walked inside a dungeon, with black stone walls, and looked down at the center of the room, into the pit.

The pit was a little dip in the floor, with small steps to get into it. The railing was black, white, and red, as were the floors, a tiled pattern in swirls repeating around the room.

Santos stood at the top of the pit, and watched the giant mass in the middle move in unison, groaning and moaning. He blinked, the left eye, and then the right, in surprise, and then remembered where they were.

The second circle.

Lust.

Bodies smothered each other, swirling around, their pleasure somehow painful yet addictive. Savannah’s eyes darted around, trying to find a place to look that wasn’t, well, that, but it was impossible.

She looked up at the top of the room, and naked people gyrated in cages, caressing their bodies, moaning as loud as they could over the sounds of the people in the pit. To her left was a man being ridden like a pony, and to her right was a woman being covered in hot, black wax.

Savannah couldn’t tell if she liked it or hated it from her screams.

The door closed behind them, and Anna disappeared as well. Savannah got closer to Santos and held onto him, her eyes still fluttering around, trying not to see, but there was nothing to not see.

Savannah let go of his arm, and with nowhere to look, she just closed her eyes.

From the moaning mass of people, rocking back in forth, drooling and eyes rolling back, came a woman. From the center, she rose, and they crawled to the side, on hands and knees, making way for her.

She wore a long black wig, that draped all over her skinny and tall frame. Her white heels stuck to the floor as she walked, and she had to pull hard, the fluids dry and sticky on the floor.

She wore a mesmerizing bathing suit, made of pure, glowing light. It covered the front of her chest, in the shape of a butterfly, and the light made a long trailing skirt. It didn’t leave much to the imagination, as her body was still seen through the faint, glowing blue and white lights.

Santos recognized the beauty in front of him, and he relaxed, knowing that he didn’t have to fight.

"Nice to see you again, darling," the woman purred.

Savannah opened her eyes, scared that she would see someone she knew in Hell. She didn’t know her, the woman knew Santos. The tall woman took her time as she went up the stairs, and smiled, rubbing her chest as she approached him.

With every step she took, the louder the moans of everyone in the pit became. Savannah started to feel hot all over as well and panicked. She kneeled to the ground and tried to stand but it was impossible.

Her legs shook and she ground her teeth, confused yet aroused.

Santos trembled before her, dizzy and intoxicated by her spell.

"Sheba, I’ve missed you," Santos rasped.

"I know you have. No man has ever regretted my touch. "

The word touch was louder than the others, and it reverberated through the dungeon room, her spell stronger and permeating their skin.

With the word touch, everyone in the room let out grunts and loud noises. Savannah grunted and balled her fists as her hips shook and she was angry and confused as to what was happening to her. After some reluctance, she gave up and started moaning along with everyone else in the room.

It was too much. She was still a coward and gave in easily.

At least this time it felt good.

Santos stood, and his face twitched, trying not to let her know that she had won, but it was obvious. He closed his eyes and grunted softly as it happened and Sheba smiled standing a step below him, licking her lips in anticipation.

"You haven’t beaten me yet," Santos moaned.

He moaned louder and tried to keep his voice quiet but he wasn’t doing a good job. Santos had never been so angry and aroused at the same time, and hoped this wouldn’t awaken something strange inside of him.

"You’re right. I haven’t beaten you off yet. Where are my manners?"

Santos tried to walk back, but he just fell over on his behind, grimacing as he felt the sticky floor. He cried out again as Sheba giggled, her favorite noise repeating itself, as she moved two of her fingers, back and forth.

Everyone moaned again, and Sheba laughed, loving her choir of promiscuity.

"You came here to find someone and go back up, but that won’t happen," Sheba said. "I like you, but I like this job more. It’s either this or someone else who does it to me."

Santos lay on the ground, drooling and shivering, the words going into his brain, but not making any sense. Sheba stopped wiggling her fingers, and everyone started to come down from their high.

Savannah lay on the floor and didn't want to get up.

She did once she felt something sticky on her hands and shot up like a reed.

Still, dizzy, Santos sat up and glared at her. He knew it wasn't personal, and if he was in the same place as her, he would have done the same thing. He just didn't want to kill an old friend.

He was sad but not surprised to see her there.

"I'll have to kill you, you know that don't you," Santos asked.

"You are not the first man to tell me that."

She saw.

She conquered.

She came.

He was just another man to do it again with.