Jack the Ripper

The Lake of Fire. I still get chills as I remember my time in a dunk cage suspended over the lake by a thick chain hanging from beams that span the lake. Demons have the ability to raise the cages above the lake or completely submerge them in. I don't know what was worse, the excruciating pain beyond comprehension of the flames or the intense tortures I was subjected to when they would occasionally pull me out. Now Reveca and I stand at lake's edge handing the black robed and masked overseer demon in charge the request form to release Jack the Ripper.

He looks at the signature on the form. He has to shout so he can be heard over the screams of the damned." Lillith huh? She's entrusted the two of you sluts to **** him?--- alright." He walks over to the crane controls and moves a few levers. A large hook moves over the lake and finally latches on to a cage and pulls it up. Even at this distance we can hear the anguished cries from the tortured soul in the cage. Suddenly the arm of the crane moves towards us with the cage latched to the chain dangling from the end of the crane's arm.

The cage now dangles over the lake's shore. The soul inside mumbles incoherently as the demon fiddles with a large key ring with what appears to be an infinite number of keys. After a while he finds it, the bastard surely took his time searching. "Here it is." He unlocks the cage and motions for two burly demons to yank him out of the cage. They then unceremoniously slam him to the ground at our feet. The overseer then grabs his smoldering head in his hands and makes him look in our direction. "Hey fuck face, Lillith has requested these two bitches to spend some quality time with you."

The overseer demon looks over at us. Even with his mask on we can see the lascivious way he looks at us. It needs to be said that female demons like us walk around in the nude. It torments the male tortured more because it gives them a look at what they can't have and it gives demons like the overseer something to leer and occasionally paw at. "Just look at those two whores Jacky boy. They're gonna have some fun with you. Just like you did with the street walkers of London." He kicks him in the ribs." Get up dickhead it's time for you to go!"

Nigel Pennington, AKA Jack the Ripper sheepishly stands and shuffles towards me as the overseer hands me a leash with a ball clamp attached to one end.

Here he stands with eyes cast downward. The soul who is credited with being one of the most prolific serial killers of the industrial age. The man who in life successfully evaded the efforts of law enforcement, they never solved the case and discovered his identity. God however sees all and knows all. He may have eluded Earthly justice but Heaven's justice--- that's a different thing entirely.

I order him to stand before me. I look at the inside of the ball clamp at the end of the leash, it has small sharp needles. I smile as I attach it to his nuts. At first he dances around from the discomfort but as I tighten the clamp he let's out a howl of agony as the needles on the inside of the clamp sink into his testicles.

Easy there Nigel old boy. The fun is just beginning.