She was in Hell...literally.
The torture continued for a very long time. She lost track of it till she didn't know whether it'd been months or years, and during that time her torturer used a number of different tools and methods. He stabbed her with flaming swords, cut through her skin and flesh with scalpels, resorted to electric shocks, dropped acid all over her, boiled her in oil, filleted her -just to mention a few- and then, when he was done, he'd start all over again. He was vicious in his methods and yet, she wouldn't scream or beg him to stop. She just kept her eyes wide shut and didn't utter a word. He could tell she was in excruciating pain because every time he approached her she flinched and smelt of fear but that was her only response to his 'work'.
He was growing increasingly curious about her and decided to resort to one of his best talents. His victims weren't aware of it, but he'd become exceedingly good at reading their minds. That was how he knew how to break them. He'd listen carefully and attentively to each and every one of their thoughts and then decide his course of action –his torture technique- based on the information he'd acquired from them.
He started paying close attention to her mind and was even more surprised when he found out what her inner thoughts were. Whenever she was being tortured, she'd lose herself in memories of her past life: blue skies, walks on the beach, red and yellow sunrises, green forests, rainy days, chocolate; the list went on and on. It was kind of corny, but it was everything she'd enjoyed when alive and now missed. She'd always focus hard on those ideas as he cut through her flesh.
Since his usual methods weren't working, he reconsidered what he'd done so far and thought of spicing things up a little. She was on the rack, again. It was the beginning of a new day and she wondered what he'd try this time. He was the worst torturer she'd ever faced and didn't know how much longer she'd be able to stand the pain. She lifted her head and saw him standing in front of her. He was leaning towards her holding a double-edged knife which he'd already used before and she remembered. "Ok, looks like he's running out of ideas. Here we go for another round!" she thought.
Deep down she wanted to yell at him, tell him what a sick bastard he was, but she knew very well that it'd do no good. She'd reacted that way the first time she'd been tortured and back then her torturer, some hideous guy named Dash, had actually enjoyed it and retorted "how much he liked feisty girls." So, since then, she'd just kept her mouth shut and tried to hang on till the torture was over.
He knew exactly what she was thinking and couldn't help smiling as he gently stroked her face. She took a deep breath and looked at him completely confused. Then, he brought the knife up to her neck and saw her flinching. He slowly and sensually slid the blade down her sides and proceeded to cut her clothes off. She felt the cold steel of the blade ghosting her body as he carefully cut through the fabric. He was done within minutes and she found herself naked and fully exposed to him. She couldn't help wondering why he'd been so careful and hadn't carved into her flesh yet. He just kept stroking her body with the knife as he gave her a playful smirk.
After that, he took a few steps back and sat in an armchair. He looked up and down and stared at her for endless minutes. Then, he moved his hand in the air and the chains obeyed his command. Her arms were moved up above her head and her legs were spread farther apart. He gave her a lustful look and she saw bright green flames igniting at her feet. The flames soon grew bigger and started engulfing her body. She felt the fire burning through her skin and yet, her body remained intact. She was in great pain, she could almost feel her flesh sizzling, but she looked exactly the same. There was no visible damage; only the pain was she feeling.
Despite her pain, she noticed that the fire was behaving strangely. It felt like a tongue and hands roaming her body. She felt fingers running through her hair and digging in her shoulders. Then, she sensed fingers going down her front to her breasts and felt a tongue circling her nipples. She looked up at the man and noticed the lust in his eyes and his increasing arousal.
Next, she felt hands on her inner thighs moving all the way up to her butt as they started cupping it. She tried to move forward away from them but she felt something on her front caressing her sensitive core till it suddenly and forcefully thrust inside her. The pain was unbearable and she was about to scream, but when she opened her mouth, a fiery tongue darted inside it and plundered it. She almost choked as it kept pushing inside her mouth till it hit the back of her throat. The thrusts up her core kept increasing at the same time and she felt the fire going deeper and faster inside her while hands kneaded her breasts.
