The darkness engulfed her beautiful skin
as she started to tumble through the abyss.
As she continued to spin toward the unknown
the high-pitch she vociferated caught in her throat.
The fall wasn't broken until such time had surpassed
that the poor thing awoke as she arrived with a crash.
Sideways she glanced to take in her surrounds
before trying to stand, only to find something pinning her down.
She winced at the mounting pressure applied to her back
but from this position she's powerless to try and react.
"There's no fighting this," ***kled an anonymous foe
"Where am I?" she had snapped "I want to go home!"
The voice dropped to a low octave, many times that which it had spoke,
and her body had froze as the ominous tone laughed "This is your home!"
Within that moment there was a sudden bursting of light
she blinked uncontrollably to find him stood over her with a scythe.
With one merciless strike the poor woman had been marked for death
where the curve of its knife-blade had passed and carved an X.
"Shall we start again?" the sarcastic sadist spat with malaise
as she grasped the scarring flesh with a hand to her face.
A sharp vascular pain jolted through the length of her being
as she tried to answer her jailer, only to find her strength had depleted.
"Don't you get it yet, heathen?" he hissed with a rasp
"You were sent here to me for your sins in the past,"
"Then kill me!" she panted. He snorts "Haven't you figured it out yet?"
"This is about wrath, dear girl - this isn't about death!"
His eyes were simmering round embers that seethe as he speaks
"I've witnessed the countless friends you've lied to, cheated and fleeced,"
"There's people I've seen help you..." the Devil sat and observed
"...only for you to repeat your deceit once their back had been turned!"
He glanced at the girl menacingly while he weighed up the facts.
"Maybe it's time I grant what you've earned," he paused. "I'll make you a pact,"
She waits for his gambit. "If you can climb from the pit,"
"and escape from the shaft, then I'll let you live!"
Right at that instant she was expelled from his hold
and blinded by pitch-blackness as it enveloped her whole.
Her senses on overdrive as she struggled to see
then fell on the broken glass shards under her feet.
They cut her to pieces, the stygian blood drying to scabs,
and her becoming numb to the feeling with the more time that elapsed.
Her slight little hands crept the crepuscular course
until they finally happened upon the foot of the wall.
Upward she crawled, as she'd cling to its edge,
pulling her wrought body up with everything she had left.
Her fingers were red and calloused, almost buckling under the strain,
but she picked up her head and then pushed through the pain.
It took her an age before her arrival at its peak
as she shuffled her weight slowly and started climbing to her feet.
"After all the times you were deceitful in those fables you'd tell,
and you don't know a liar when you meet one?" he scoffed.
"You're staying in Hell!"
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
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