In a losing effort

Despite Hannah's encouragement, Dr. Faustus lost. The demonic goddess smirked as one of her hands glowed a deep red.

She pointed her now glowing finger at him and, with the power of mind control, said, "I want you to hurt her as severely as you can."

"Will do," was Dr. Faustus's response.

Given a bear trap and some rope, he went towards Hannah. With the rope in his hands, he would tie her own hands together behind her back.

"What's going on?" she asked.

Dr. Faustus ignored her before pushing her to the ground and mounting her torso. Taking out his medical tools, as well as the bear trap, he'd soon start operating on her face by ****.

Hannah felt the sides of her face cut apart, whimpering and moaning. After a series of incisions, he'd finish things off. Once he applied the bear trap, Dr. Faustus marveled at his creation.

It didn't take long for him to pull down her skirt and panties by ****, and after unbuckling his pants, his cock sprung out. An already fearful and frightened Hannah cried out as he entered her, not caring if he was giving her any pain.

The bear trap on her face had grated, similar in a way Dr. Faustus's bear trap had before his ****. He still continued moving into her at a fast pace and even lifted her blouse and bra up, exposing her breasts before his eyes.

Soon, the grating became too much, and a clot would start forming on her once pristine features, eventually evolving into an infection. He ignored this, however, and kept going.

Hannah's eyes began rolling to the back of her skull as the infection overtook her, and she also could not detect him finally ejaculating onto the torso of her now dead corpse.

Ending No. 12: Bad Ending—Dr. Faustus