Diabolos had had enough of the demons pathetic threats and thrust his arm towards her.
Like a massive hand had bulldozed into her stomach, she flew across the room and smashed into the wall where she stayed, pinned to the wall, the way a spider has it’s pray stuck in its web.
Diabolos twisted his wrist and the girl began screaming, piercing their ears like rusty daggers.
Selina slammed her hands over her ears (proving a little difficult with her hands tied) trying to stop the sound from boiling her brains.
Something was happening inside the girl’s body at Diabolos’ will, her skin shifted and lumps of meat tore underneath her flesh.
A stream of blood had begun to roll out of her nose and eyes over her lips, dripping like a silent waterfall to the floor where the drops burst apart creating red flower like patterns.
The girl suddenly jerked and dropped, her head making a sickly knock as it slammed against the wall. Her body, deadly still as she lay, was against the wall. Her eyes were closed, and red teardrops squeezed through her eyelids and rolled down her cheeks.
Selina lowered her shaky hands away from her ears, she’d never heard such painful screams, seen such awful torture.
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