Hell Flower

Chapter 1

"Hey," Angela pursed her lips into a curious smile, despite the circumstances. The only other person in the cell was the sentry, who hadn't even faced her. "Is this supposed to be torture or something?" She wriggled her pale thin wrists inside the cuffs that attached her to the wall compiled of stones.

His back remained to her and her eyes rolled around, taking her surroundings in.

"Still giving me the silent treatment eh? I bet you're a kinky one!" She chuckled at her own joke. She saw his shoulders stiffen at her lewd words. It was always the proper ones that needed a little verbal prodding.

"I'm not at liberty to divulge any information to you. All I am allowed to say is you've only just begun your Final Punishment." His voice was cold and detached, reminding Angela of the first and shittiest job she'd ever had. "And you've been down here long enough to know everything regardless." However if it wasn't for the lecher of a Supervisor, she may not have found her true calling.

"You can't even tell me your name? So distant. And we've already known each other so long." Angela strained her neck to examine her chipped manicured nails, unbothered. At first she thought he would return to his default mute settings, but to her surprise he spoke up.

"My name holds no significance for the reason you are here." Angela blew the stray pink hair bangs out of her eyes.

"Guess that's true. But if you're punishing me It won't be so bad," The batting of her eyelashes was present in the flow of her words. She winked at him, despite it being pointless.

"I don't believe you're aware of the situation you re in. It is not one to make light of."

"Don't worry your fine ass about me," Angela managed to wag her finger at him. "See it's not that I'm unaware sweetheart." Her bright crimson lipstick curved itself into a bitter serpentine grin. "I just don't give a single fuck. Well at least in THAT sense." She winked at him.

"I'll admit it's very seldom a damned soul is so visibly apathetic towards their punishment phase. Rare a case it is however, I'm still convinced you're a foolish woman and you will not meet a favorable end."

"Sounds about right," Angela agreed, sounding oddly enthusiastic. "It wouldn't be me if it was missing a dramatic flair." She nodded to no one but herself. "No other way will do." The decaying conversation ended. Before silence set in, the barred entrance down the hallway scraped open against the cement floor.

"I fucked a guy who had a kink for that sound once," Angela reminisced.

"Keep your disgusting memories to yourself please." The guard murmured. A white hooded figure appeared, leading another person in. They were bound in shackles and the chains extended like a leash. A new arrival? Angela eagerly peered through her cell.

The prisoner's head was the color of rusted over metal, and his head was hung forward in shame. His hair covered his eyes, and from his lanky physique Angela guessed he was about twenty maybe younger.

My guard however, looked bothered by the sight of the boy.

"This is the serial killer?" He sounded skeptical. He crossed both arms over his chest and analyzed the boy.

At the mention of the word "serial killer," the prisoner's head jerked up in surprise. Angela cocked her head in intrigue. He looked just as doubtful as the sentry was. His lips parted but only trembled unable to speak.

"It was the soul we received directly from the Soul Gate. Heaven clearly found him guilty of something." The other guard replied. "Although it might be best if we double checked. Celsus, could you leave them unsupervised to accompany me?"