Take the bag

Hannah picked up the bag, believing that Tormentor could enjoy these once she came back. Before she left, however, a bright flash of light engulfed her.

She soon found herself outside a house, and as she peered through the window, she found Whitefield (aka Tormentor), with a fairly full head of brown hair, already having finished breakfast. His wife would soon approach him and smile as she said, "Have another good day of work, honey."

"Don't worry, Sarah. I will," he replied, kissing her on the cheek before getting up and leaving the kitchen.

Hannah went to another window and saw that it was the living room, with Tormentor getting himself ready to leave home and go to work. Then another bright light overwhelmed her.

Now she stood in a courtroom, which looked exactly like the one she had been in. She soon heard a jury member say to the judge, "Judge Whitefield, we, the jury, find Alan DuBois not guilty of theft and robbery."

The judge, who was Whitefield himself, nodded his approval. When he told DuBois that he was free to leave, everyone dispersed.

Then, unexpectedly, Whitefield left his seat and walked over to DuBois. "Mr. DuBois, I have a little proposition for you."

"Like what?" he asked.

Soon, Hannah found herself in what looked like a **** chamber. On one side was Whitefield; he wore clothes similar to what he had on in Hell.

When she checked the other, she gasped as she found DuBois, chained and wearing only a leather Speedo. "Judge Whitefield, please don't do this! We... can come up with something a lot better! Just let me down!" he begged.

Whitefield did not care, having pulled out what resembled a whip in his hands. He approached DuBois, and within seconds, he gave DuBois his first lash.

DuBois's eyes widened in pain and fear as he took the whipping, his screams and wails filling the **** chamber as Whitefield whipped him again and again. Hannah shut her eyes to make the visuals go away, but the sounds were still there.

Then, everything went back, until the sounds of stabbing, and DuBois let out one last screech of terror. When everything reverted to normal for Hannah, she saw DuBois was lying on a table, dead.

Many stab wounds had decorated his body, and Whitefield stood before him. Letting out a brief but ominous chuckle, he planned on what to do with the body.

Hannah opened her eyes, and her teeth soon chattered. Instantly brought back to the house, she looked through the window that gave her a view of the living room, as well as Whitefield and his wife arguing.

"William, you bastard! Why didn't you tell me?!" She was clearly in tears, given her voice.

"Fuck you, bitch! One more complaint out of you, and I will... argh!" Whitefield replied, clenching his fists as he growled in anger.

"You'll what? Hurt me like you hurt those criminals that you've acquitted just so you can **** and kill them?" she asked.

Whitefield had little else to say as he pulled out a Colt. 45 from one of his pants pockets and shot her a few times. As she hit the ground, completely dead, he sighed as he pondered to himself what to do with her corpse.

Hannah shuddered once the bright light brought her back to the courthouse, and it wouldn't take long for her to leave, the bag still in her hands.