“No.”

“Ahh.” The Devil sighed, shaking his head. “I was afraid you’d say that.” With a snap of his fingers, the doors on either side of the room opened, allowing the fires of hell to leak in and the screams of sinners to echo in your ears.

“So many think they can refuse my deals.” The Devil tutted, shaking his head as a trio of demons entered the room with evil smirks on their faces.

They grab each of your arms, ignoring your struggles as the third places a metal collar around your throat, attached to a length of chain. You gasp, pain shooting down your spine from the spikes on the inside of the collar.

“I do hope you enjoy your stay!” The Devil called as you were dragged into the pits of damnation. “I hope you’ll have learned your lesson before your soul is ground to dust.”