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The sound of something heavy and metallic scraping along the ground slowly awoke Lukas. His eyes fluttered open, only to find himself in the middle of a dark room. There was only one light bulb lit, hanging from the ceiling above just a few inches in front of him. His hands were bound with some kind of rope. His feet didn't touch the ground, because a meat hook suspended from the ceiling kept him held up by the ropes binding his hands together. His arm was killing him, being held up like this was not doing his wound any good. However, he noticed that someone had bandaged up his arm. That led him to believe that whoever had captured him must want him alive, for now. Just a few feet away to his left, there was a metal trolley with his backpack and weapons laid out on it. He heard the sound of metal scraping slowly fading away. He had no idea what was making that noise, but he didn't want to draw any unwanted attention to himself. He tried to swing his body back and forth, hoping that maybe something would give. "Come on... Fucking break loose!"

As he tried to swing himself back and forth, a faint voice soon broke the silence. "Lukas..."

Lukas' heart almost stopped beating as he heard his name being called. He looked into the darkness, seeing a figure slowly emerging from the inky void. "No... No!" he screamed as he shook his body, hearing the rusty bolts that kept the hook attached to the ceiling squeaking away. As the creature got closer and closer, he began to see the hideous details. It had its head covered with a burlap bag, Brown string tied around the neck to keep it secured around its head. The body was very clearly womanly, with breasts, and a vagina in between its legs. There were three inch horn-like spikes protruding from its elbows. Its fingers ended with small hook shaped claws that could easily rend the flesh from his bones. Its legs were bent strangely, like that of a dog. Its feet had three large black claws in place of toes. This female demon was tall, standing at six and a half feet.

"Lukas," it whispered as it stood in front of him. For a few seconds, it stood as still as a statue, almost as if waiting for something. Slowly, it reached out to his chest, pushing its hand against his heart. The creature could feel it, beating so quickly. It was still getting faster, it could feel his fear. Gradually, it pulled its hand away from his heart, only to grab at the collar of his shirt. It ripped his shirt open, exposing his chest.

"Fuck you... Fuck you!" He spat onto the bag that covered the creature's face. If he was going to die, he wasn't just going to take it like a good little victim. He was going to go out kicking, screaming, biting. Anything he could do, he would do it. He lifted his leg, and attempted to kick her right in the gut. However, she easily grabbed his boot just before it could meet her belly. She then pressed her index finger just underneath his bottom left rib, and dragged her claw across his skin. The hook shaped claw sliced right through his skin, opening up a big long wound from which blood drizzled from. His screams got louder, and his his language quickly devolved into a series of rage and fear fuelled profanities. He looked down, watching as the demonic torturer pulled her crimson covered claw out of him. She had left a big, seven inch wound there, but it wasn't too deep thankfully, but he had a feeling that she was just getting started. This creature was different from the others, he felt a sinister intelligence behind it. It wasn't doing this mindlessly. Even though this creature was the stuff of nightmares, all he could think about was ways to get his revenge. "You think you're scary?! You're fucking nothing! You'll be nothing but a splatter on the fucking floors and walls once I'm done with you!"

The creature seemed to react to his words, and once the human stopped speaking, it slammed its own burlap covered head right into Lukas' face. There was a loud cracking sound when the demon's head met his nose. The cartilage broke, causing crimson fluid to dribble from his nostrils. The creature did not stop here however, it pushed him away. With his feet unable to touch the ground, there was no way to stop himself from swinging backwards. When his body began to swing back towards the demonic female, it raised its fist, and struck him again, right in the nose. With another sickening crack and squelch, his nose was bent to the left. Like an injured animal, he let out a guttural howl in agony. The punishment did not end here however. Again, the demon pushed him, causing him to swing back and forth. Each time his body returned to the demon, she struck him with another punch. One punch landed on his jaw, another landed on his left eye, and the last punch landed right on the gash just below his ribs. She reached out, and grabbed him by his hips to stop him from swinging. Once the demon saw how dazed he was, she dropped down to one knee, and begun unifying the string that kept the bag on her head.

Lukas looked down, his vision blurry in one eye. He could taste the blood, filling his mouth. He got a big mouth full of his saliva and blood before spitting it down onto the bag that covered her head. "C-cunt!" Even battered and bruised, he wasn't going to give this demon the satisfaction of hearing him beg for his life. He watched as he saw the demon, doing something with the bag on her head. It looked as if she was lifting it up over her face, but she stopped half way. From this angle, he couldn't see what the lower half of its face looked like anyway. He did however see a long pointed tongue snaking out. It looked long, and pink. He gasped as it touched his wound, and pushed in. His eyes began to leak tears whilst he watched the tongue, wiggling underneath his skin. He tried not to scream, but it was useless. He screamed so hard, his throat became sore, and eventually bled as the monstrous creature invaded his wound with its warm tongue. The demonic saliva burned so badly, every nerve it touched sent searing pain through him. His legs tried to kick, his body wiggled, and his lungs were completely emptied of air as he cried out. Before he knew it, he was out cold. The agony was far too much for him to endure.

"G-Gah!" Lukas' eyes quickly fluttered open as he yelled out, but he quickly saw that he was the only one in the room. His wrists were bleeding, but strangely, the wound that demon made was stitched up. He firmly believed that she was trying to keep him alive just so she could torture him again. Violently, he wiggled around, grunting as he shifted his body weight around, trying to either break free of his bindings, or break the thing keeping the hook bolted to the ceiling. This was an old place, he knew that if he was lucky, the ceiling wouldn't support his weight. He spent minutes wiggling around, his wounds opening up all over again, blood dripping down his body as he so desperately tried to break free before that creature gets back. When he was least expecting it, the ceiling gave a loud cracking sound shortly before the hook fell from the ceiling. He grunted in pain as he dropped to the floor.

"Ffffffffuck!" Although he was in immense pain, he didn't hesitate to push himself off the floor. He felt a little weak after everything that had been done to him, after all the blood he had lost. Walking towards the metal trolley, he picked up his handgun and flashlight first. As soon as he was armed, his mind quickly turned to revenge. He put on his backpack, and slung his makeshift spear over himself before walking over to the one and only door out of the room. He opened the door very quickly, and rushed out with his gun drawn. He entered a hallway which was near pitch black. He turned on his flashlight, shining it in both directions. He had a choice, of either going to his left, or right. He chose to go to his right. Every step he took was made with silence in mind. If there was something waiting for him further down the hallway, then he didn't want it to hear him coming. He didn't care if he was in hell, he knew these things could die, and that meant it was possible to survive any encounter he has with them. They might have numbers, but he had an advantage at a distance with his gun and spear. As he moved down the dark hallway, he heard something approaching he kept the gun drawn, but turned the flashlight off. If this thing had a gun, then his flashlight would be the perfect target for it. He just stood there in total darkness, waiting for whatever it was to get closer. He heard clear footsteps, getting louder with every step. Whatever it was, it wasn't stopping. His heart was beating harder and harder as he waited until it sounded like it was only a few feet away from him. In an instant, he turned on his flashlight, and swung grip of the pistol right into another demonic nurse's face. He watched as it stumbled, and fell on it's back.

"Did that hurt?! I'm only getting started!" he yelled down at the nurse as he walked over to her..it was twitching on the ground, still holding an iron pipe. He thought about finishing it off with a bullet to the head, but after the torture he had been put through, he felt like dishing out some of his own. He placed the handgun down on the ground before stepping on the nurse's arm, and forcibly taking the pipe right from her hand. It was about four feet in length, more than enough to do considerable damage. He stepped back, letting the nurse get onto her knees. Just as she was about to stand up, he swung at her head with the pipe. Blood gushed from the creature's head as it fell to one side. He didn't feel sorry for this creature at all, he just felt a burning hatred for her kind. After a few seconds of twitching, the nurse got onto her hands and knees. Lukas raised the pipe above his head, and brought it right down into the nurse's back, forcing her back down onto the ground. To prevent her from doing anything else, he brought his foot right down onto the back of her head.

"This won't be quick... Maybe I should wear your skin, maybe then that will get the message through your friend's thick skulls... You don't fuck with me!" He took his foot off her head, and brought it down onto her back, not just once, but a total of thirteen times. He could hear bones cracking, ribs breaking, penetrating flesh, shredding organs. He knew that she must be bleeding on the inside.

"You know what, I won't even finish you off... You're going to die down here, but you're probably not going to die for quite a while," he whispered with a sinister smile on his face. He gave her ribs one last kick before dropping the pipe, and retrieving his gun. He stepped over her writhing body before continuing down the hallway. It felt good to just mercilessly beat that creature, but he didn't feel like he had gotten it out of his system yet. He wanted to do it again, and he especially wanted to do it to the one that cut him open. He wasn't going to rest until that demon is put through unimaginable pain.

Author's note: Things are going to get messy. Big thank you to BigBossSonic for editing this again, and thank you all for reading. :3