Royvis takes your soul.

You are taken to a small secluded room. You aren't sure where this room is. You've had a bag over your head for some time.

Your chains are attached to a hook in the ceiling, leaving you hanging from your arms in the center of the room.
Behind you, the demon Royvis enters the room. He circles you, sniffing at you. He crouches in front of you. His long boney fingers reach into the gap between your legs. You catch your breath as he pry's the lips of your pussy apart.
He glances up at you. "Are you a virgin, girl?" His voice is deep, rumbling out of his mouth like a distant storm.
You can only stammer out, "Um, uh..."
"Speak!"
"I am a virgin, sir... Of a fashion..."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I don't know how your kind refers to it... I do not lie with men. I am not opposed to it, per say... It's just not in my nature."
"Fascinating..."
He continues to study your nethers.

"Do you know why I have purchased you, girl?" He says.
"I do not."
He sits cross-legged on the floor in front of you.
"It is for... a certain purpose. My people have spent all of our lives underground. The rays of the sun are like poison to us. Our skin boils under it. It is an enemy to us."
He continues. "For generations, my people have struggled to conquer the magics that will allow us to rise to the world above and take it for our own. But now..."
"I will pull the soul from your body and replace it with my own essence. And with your form as my own, I will take this world for all that it is worth."

You start to struggle in your bonds as the demon rises to his full height.
"No, no, please..."
His eyes flash a bright yellow. Clouds of blueish smoke begin to gather in his hand. He raises it toward you.
He cries "REND!" and slams his hand into your chest.
You scream in pain as both your mind and body are torn asunder by the black magic. Sparks of blue electricity shoot out from the whole in your chest. As the pain intensifies, your vision goes out.

Everything's black. You can still hear. Still smell. There is an immense pressure surrounding you. Something is grabbing you. Pulling you forward. Then there is light seen through... Fingers?
You're in someone's hand. Whatever he did made you small enough to fit in the palm of a hand.
From above, you hear a deafening voice.
"Are you still alive? Still sane?"
Royvis' voice is so loud. What happened? You try to speak but nothing happens.
The fingers curl open and you look up at the towering form of your captor. He studies you.
"You are naught but a soul now. A ball of concentrated thought and memory. Leaving behind... this!"