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The screams of agony and maniacal laughs hung in the air as stubborn and heavily as
the scent of sulfur that permeated everything. The intense heat and flames stoked by muscular, bone clad demons climbed
from the pits in the ground.

However this was not the *** everyone in this cursed land was fated to, in the corner near a rocky outcrop stood a modern, even luxurious looking apartment block. Some would say; however that those incarcerated here face a worse fate than those on the racks or being roasted by the flames, those souls had a chance for redemption. This prison was for those here volutarily.

Everlyn lay partially clothed on the silk sheeted bed gasping for air and groaning, her head propped up on the lap of her jailer, a silk suited slender looking man with angular features.
Her body still trembling from her last visitor.
A well endowed muscular, red skinned demon looked up at her captor for approval.

'Excellent work Amarth, keep it up and you'll have cleared you debt with the house in no time..
'Thank you master..'

The shackled demon left the room leaving his exhausted gasping partner in his wake.

The slender, angular man checked 2 marks off his tally..

'Only 15 and you're two hours in. Could be a long day for you if you don't focus properly'

'Water..' Everlyn gasped 'I need water..'

'Water??' the angular man repeated mockingly 'You're not up there anymore my dear, this is Sheol. You can't die here..'

'Please.. I must rest?'

'REST??' he repeated even more contemptuously..
'When you made you deal with my boss you didn't ask for rest, you asked for pleasure..
You asked to cum 500 times a day..
You're getting pleasure, aren't you?'

'...'

The angular man grabbed and tugged her hair
'ARENT YOU??'

'Y-Yes..'

She knew better than to lie to him, because for as much as she suffered. The hunger, the thirst. Her lungs burning with lactic acid..

She knew pleasure here, exhilaration that she could only dream of in her earthly life

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