"Please God, won't you help us?" A little voice called out through the quiet. The only sounds that could be heard, were quiet sobs coming from the and the occasional rattle of chains.

Many different sounds were heard during different periods of the day, from laughing, crying, to screaming. Screaming being the dominant sound.

The small, concrete room, unlike the sounds at night, held many scents. Ranging from blood, to tears, to sweat, to the foul stench of urine.

The children, such innocence, incredibly new to this world. Once blissfully ignorant to the evils lurking, they have seen what hell truly is.

Each one, owners of a different horrifying tale of how they came to be. They pray and pray, until their little hearts can pray no longer. They beg God to take them, to sweep them away from this evil place, but God has been found no where.

"God is not coming Violet, there is no use in praying." A little boy said to the sweet little girl.

Violet sat on her knees with her hands together in prayer, her head held high. "You are wrong Roland, God will retrieve us. We are his children after all." She said, remaining hopeful as she looked to the moonlight from the window of her small cell.

Roland rolled his eyes and pulled his small, tattered blanket to his chest. "Well be quiet would ya? I don't want father Anderson to wake up. God knows what happens when he does."

Violet remained at the window, watching the fireflies that flew around in the cold, night air. If she could just reach her hand far enough to grab one...

"It is time to awaken my little lambs." A sudden chilling voice called out as the door slammed open.

All of the children knew that voice all too well. It was the voice behind the evil in their lives, if one could even call them lives anymore.

Most of the children knew the horrors that came with the voice, some were fairly new, but one in particular, the voice was completely foreign.

"Who is that?" The sweet Violet asked as she watched the other children move back to the corner of their cells as far as they possibly could.

"It's him." Roland whispered, motioning for her to come to him.

But for some reason, Violet did not fear the voice. Whether it be she was unaware of the tortures it held, or because she was naturally a brave girl. The reason, she did not know.

"Who shall be first? My little lambs." The deep voice asked, receiving no answer in return.

"How about you, my dear?" Father Anderson said as he approached Violet.

Violet shook her head as fear finally began to set in. "N-no, I do not want to go." She said quietly.

Father Anderson opened the cage and grabbed her arm, jerking her out. He picked her up and threw her over his broad shoulder.

Violet began to kick him in the chest and punch at his back. "Put me down!" She screamed, but that seemed to be a mistake on her part for it only made him angry.

"Stop kicking me brat!" He shouted as he threw her down onto a cold table.

She began to scoot back away from him, but he grabbed her legs, pinning her down. Violet began to squirm underneath him as a multitude of masked figures surrounded her.

She looked around and noticed they were all wearing some strange cloaks.

"Hold her down dammit!" Father Anderson shouted at the hooded figures.

They all nodded simotaniously and placed their hands all over her body. Father Anderson pulled the side of her nightgown up, revealing her pale torso.

"Please, stop!" Violet shouted as she watched Father Anderson pull out some sort of iron rod with a strange design on the end.

"Shup up! It'll be over soon!" He shouted.

He placed the rod on her side and it began to burn her skin. "Owwww!" Violet shouted as tears began to sting her eyes.

He held the rod on her side for a few more moments as blood began to boil to the surface. Violet began kicking and flailing her arms around as best as she could, considering they were still holding her down.

As the pain became worse, her vision started to blur. She suddenly felt light headed as well. She slowly shut her eyes as the world began to spin around her.

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When she opened her eyes, she realized she had fainted. She looked around and realized she was back inside the cage, but her eyes widened as she looked.

All of the other children lay around her, completely motionless. "W-what?" She asked herself quietly.

All of the children, the poor innocent children, were all dead. Suddenly, a shot of pain bursted from her abdomen. She looked down and noticed blood dripping from her side.

Violet held her bleeding side as she began to sob. "P-please God. P-please, h-help me." She whispered to herself as she looked around at the bodies surrounding her. "Send m-me an a-angel."

"Oh I assure you, I am no angel." A sudden velvety voice called out. "But I am here."

Violet looked around frantically to find the owner of the sudden voice, but she could not see in the darkness.

"W-who is there?" She called.

"You seek my help, do you not?" The voice said.

She slowly nodded her head. "Y-yes." She quickly answered, unaware that he could see her as if it were day.

"Would you like to make those men pay for what they have done?" The voice asked.

"Yes, I would." She said, gaining confidence.

The voice chuckled lightly as footsteps approached her. "Would you like to form a contract?"

Violet remained silent.

"I will ask you once more, you have summoned me, that means the gates to paradise will be forever out of your reach. Would you like to form a contract?" He asked, as he reached his gloved hand out to her.

She grabbed his hand in her own and held on for dear life.

"Yes!" She shouted.

"Very well, my master."