Say nothing...

You say nothing. No words come to your overwhelmed mind.

A look of amused disbelief flashes across your captor's face. "You really are enjoying this aren't you?" She laughs.

You look down at the ground. She's right. Your blood is racing, breath shallow and quick-- your arousal is undeniable. I need to control myself...

The devil puts a hand on your head. She grabs a fist of hair in one hand-- dragging you painfully by the scalp across the ground towards the summoning circle. She snaps her fingers, and you hear a chest slam shut, everything in the room tidies up. "Let's just keep this our little secret..."

Instantly, your surroundings vanish. Everything is black, an infinite void extends in every direction, except the two of you. Nausea wrenches your stomach into a knot. There's no reference point... but we are falling.

"I have a few business stops for the way back, apologies." She says. You continue plummeting through nothingness for several long moments.

A soft impact slams through your body as your surroundings change again.

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You are on a great stone tower, overlooking an endless land. You recognize this place, from stories and legends told by priests. Not just to scare children...

Your eyes widen at the hellscape before you. From over stone ramparts, you see dark clouds lit brightly from underneath by fields of pure fire. The wind howls loudly, burdened with a deep, echoing symphony of screams. For a moment, you look down and see figures, the burnt husks of lost souls shamble across the ground. Great winged beasts stalk through the crowds.

"Beautiful isn't it?" The devil stands next to you, admiring the view.

The moment passes, as sweat pours into your eyes, forcing you to blink rapidly.

The scorching heat hits your senses like a battering ram. It invades every inch of your skin, every pore-- the dry air is like suffocating fire in your lungs. A thick layer of sweat is already forming underneath the tight ropes and leather armor you wear.

"You look miserable... nod if you want me to change you into something more comfortable?"

You nod desperately.

A snap of the devil's fingers, and the relief is instant. Somehow your cheeks get even hotter, as you realize you've been stripped of your clothes.

Of course.

You don't even care that your chest and crotch are completely exposed, anything to bring relief from the heat.

"I'll be right back dear." She tells you. "Don't move!"

She vanishes.

You squirm uncomfortably in your ropes. You fidget forwards, sliding awkwardly to get a better view over the side of the tower. Is this what awaits sinners? Is this what awaits me? You begin to dwell on the day's events. Everything is happening so fast-- and nothing has gone to plan. I slept with a woman... I tortured a monster... and now I'm literally in hell. You can't help but laugh to yourself.

Down below, one of the stumbling figures catches your eye. It has fallen down onto all fours, exhausted. A furious demon, monstrous in size, sees the exhausted soul and stalks towards it through the marching hordes. A huge whip strikes the poor figure over and over. You hear the beasts angry roars echoing in the wind.

A hand snaps you out of it. You look back at your captor. She has acquired a strange package. A person, wrapped head to toe in a leather sac. It hugs tightly around every curve. You aren't claustrophobic, but you can't help but wince at the person's plight. The mummified victim contorts wildly, contracting at the abdomen in impotent bucking motions. They are dragged by a rope looped around their tightly woven ankles.

"One more stop."

You reapparate again.

You are blasted by freezing winds. A blizzard of snow and slush slams against your body relentlessly. The pain is unbearable, goosebumps form on every inch of your contracting skin. In an instant, your hair is soaked in frost. The ground here is several inches of slush atop jagged stone. Your calves, **** into the ground by your bondage go painfully numb, tender flesh **** into the spiky surface.

"Be right back!" The devil drags her package away, disappearing into the opaque slurry. You try to follow, but flop onto your stomach. Your limbs are quickly sapped of their coordination by the cold. You turn onto your side, trying to spare your core from the glacial surface.

You hear something else against the roaring wind. Moaning.

Shapes writhe across the ground. These tormented people face a different plight. The stray souls appear cold and dark, a sick purple-hue indicative of deep frostbite across their entire bodies. They squirm in agony across the ground. The more you look, the more of them you see.

Your head snaps towards a loud noise. One such creature is heading right towards you, only a few feet from you. You jump in your bonds away from the startling figure. Up close, you can see its sunken cheeks, dark pits where eyes should be, and mottled flesh. It moans desperately, a pale hand stretching out towards you. It crawls on its stomach, all too quickly.

You heart jumps out of your chest at the sudden danger. Your usually swift reflexes are hindered by the awkward restraints. You flail your legs and torso, trying to gain purchase on the slick stone. You succeed in gaining only a few inches. Shit! The creature is gaining distance, inches from grabbing you with an icy hand.

A swift boot to the head knocks the creature away. It rolls onto its back, skull twisted brutally the wrong direction by the stilettoed kick.

"Mine, ugly!" The devil says.

She is empty-handed now. You look at her in anguish, pleading for escape from the piercing cold.

"All done!"