Her limp body sunk down into the piercingly cold darkness. As every second passed, she descended closer and closer into the devil's claws. The water dyed red with blood swirled around her as the knives cut deep into her feet had enough force to drag her down. The image of her father's menacing face as he brutally placed the knives into her feet played over and over again in her head. After he had secured the weight of the knives with heavy bruising chain, he had thrown her into the depths of Lake Erie. The last sound she heard above her screaming lungs was the crunching of the fall leaves as her father dragged her to the lake. The blood drenched water began flooding in through her nose and her lungs filled with the deadly liquid. Her skin was stained red and the copper tasting liquid was absorbed through her deep green eyes.

"Shhhhhhhhhh, Willow, come. Hush child, you're okay." Willow sat up. She was in a strange white room with pictures of violent scenes everywhere. One painting showed a boy hanging from a ceiling with gruesome stab wounds all over his body. Another showed a girl drowning in a lake with knives piercing out of her feet. "What is this place? Where am I?!" asked Willow frantically. "Hush child," whispered the voice again. "Get me out of here! Where are you?" yelled Willow. "Shhhhhhhh, you're okay," the strange voice whispered. "Where is my brother? I need to see him now." demanded Willow. "You can't go back," the voice hissed. . I need to get out of here now thought Willow. "Why? What are all these pictures? They sure aren't telling me I'm in a safe place." Willow said nervously. "What are you gonna do to me?" "Hush child, you're okay. These pictures are displaying the death scenes of all the children that were transported to this room after they died." the voice responded. "What do you mean death scenes?" "Look in the mirror, then look at the girl in the lake picture." The voice cackled, not sounding so soothing anymore. Willow looked forward. She saw a girl with wet brown hair, deep green eyes, and blood smeared all over her body. She looked down at her arms and gasped. Then she looked over at the picture and saw the same girl. "Get me out of here! What kind of sick game are you trying to play on me?!" exclaimed Willow. The voice laughed and Willow stood up as it faded away. "Come, child." Willow nervously walked around the room. She went over to the picture of the girl in the lake.

"Ahhhh!" The memory of her father locking her down to the floor and slicing her skin open all over her body until he jabbed the knives into her feet came pounding back. She suddenly remembered the pain and her screams as she smelled the strong scent of copper. She remembered being dragged outside by a chain and leaving a path of blood from the blood pool she had been laying in while her father gracefully and slowly drew his knife down her skin watching the red stream out. She remembered being lifted into the air and then thrown into the peaceful waves of Lake Erie. Willow gasped. "Ahhhhhh!" Another jolt of memories came back pounding harder than the ones before. Sinking, sinking, sinking. She remembered feeling her head and chest grow tight. She remembered wanting to gasp for air so hard. She remembered the panic. She remembered trying to breathe, trying to scream for help. She remembered water coming in when she finally gave in. She remembered dying.

Tears started to stream down Willow's face. "I am dead. My father murdered me. I'm dead. My own father murdered me." She said these words over and over desperately trying to understand her current reality. "I am dead. My father murdered me. I'm dead. My own father murdered me." Willow looked up and stared at the picture again. "My dad killed me." she screamed it over and over again. Her sadness turning into anger. "He killed me." Willow hysterically punched the wall repeatedly. Blood dripped to the floor from her knuckles. She crouched down still fuming with anger and the tears on the floor made thousands of little puddles. "Get me out of here!" she screamed to the voice. No response. She stood up and walked over to the door. She jiggled the knob, but the door was locked. Willow screamed out in pain and started banging on the door. "Someone help me!" No response. By now, the room had blood smeared all over it. She continued banging on the door and screaming out in agony as her gashes started to re-open. She fell to the floor and closed her eyes, blood pools and pools of tears all around her. "What are they gonna do to me?"

A loud siren pierced through Willow's ears jolting her awake. She jumped to her feet and winced in pain as the cuts on her feet and legs couldn't handle the pressure of her weight. "Is anybody there?! Help me?!" she yelled. Three masked figures appeared in the window of her door. "Open the door! Who are you? What are you doing?!" Willow yelled. One of them opened the door and the other two tackled Willow to the ground. She felt two needles stab into both her arms and then a liquid travel through her veins. Then five more masked figures ran into the room and thrusted a spiky chain into her skin around her whole body. Willow wailed in excruciating pain. "Why are you doing this to me?" she shrieked.

Willow woke up in a different room. It was dimly lit and there was piano playing in the background. She was attached to all sorts of wires and machines and her entire body was throbbing with pain. "What is this place?" she said aloud.

"Hadrien's servers bring us here after we die and they hook us up to these machines. The machines are draining our body fluids very slowly to create some special formula Hadrien uses to make a sauce. Everyday, he does this ceremony where he picks one of his servers to eat. He kills them by puncturing one million little holes in their body so that they bleed out and die. Then for fun while he's waiting, he rips out their hair and teeth. He then squirts the sauce he made from our body fluids over the chosen and dead servant and eats. Once you're drained, your body and spirit will be tortured based on your fears and weaknesses. Hadrien designed it in a way that even though your body isn't even a body anymore cause it's drained, you'll feel everything. For one girl, they ripped off all her toes and finger nails and then set her brain on fire inside her skull. I could hear her screams all the way in here. Anyway, after Hadrien has had his fun, he'll throw you in a tube where you relive your death over and over again for the rest of eternity." a voice explained from the other side of the room.

"Who's there? Where are you? And who's Hadrien?" asked Willow.

"Hi, I'm Aaron. I died in car crash along with my two friends Laurie and Declan. Hadrien is the devil, Satan, the lord of all hellfire. Whatever you want to think of it as. You get the idea, right?"

"Yeah." responded Willow. "How long have you been here?"

"Only a couple of days I think. I probably still have a week before I'm drained. He drains our fluids slowly."

"Aren't you gonna at least try to escape?" asked Willow.

"Where would I go? We aren't on Earth anymore. As far as I know, we're in a random room floating in the middle of the universe." Aaron said gloomily .

"He's right, there's nowhere to escape to." added Declan.

Six servers entered the room. They made way for a tall man with bubbly skin. The man wore a black cloak with a red fiery pattern on it. He had leather boots and short brown hair. His eyes were blue with a tint of red. His breath smelled of rotten flesh and blood. "I see some new faces today." The man chuckled. "Won't you be having a great night tonight. My name is Hadrien."

Hadrien turned to his servers. "Servers, worshipers, my demons, I would like a feast tonight. Speed up the drainage process and have all these children ready for me by 6:00. I'll eat them tonight instead of you." he laughed.

"Yes Hadrien." responded the six servers in unison.

"But before you start draining, server 5102, step forward." demanded Hadrien.

"Yes Hadrien." Server 5102 stepped forward and waited for Hadrien to give him the next instruction.

Hadrien handed the server a knife. "Cut your left ear off."

"Yes Hadrien." The server lifted the knife to his left ear and without hesitation, cut it off. Thick, red blood gushed out of the side of server 5102's head.

"Now stab the knife right through your head."

"Yes Hadrien." Without hesitation, the server drove the knife through his head. The body collapsed and blood spattered everywhere.

"Ah, yes. Just a little morning entertainment for you kids." said Hadrien.

Willow ripped the needles and chords out of her arms and legs. Chunks of flesh flew out and onto the surrounding kids and floor. Blood dripped out as she stood up. "You soulless beast. I don't care if your some lord of hellfire or a tortuous devil that rules above us after we die. You cannot go around-"

Suddenly Willow's head was in Hadrien's hand. Her headless body collapsed on the ground, blood spilling out everywhere. Hadrien gouged out Willow's eye and some of her cheek flesh. He popped it in his mouth and swallowed. "Mmmmmm, delicious. Alright servers, clean this up and drain these fellows body fluids. It's time for a feast!"