Rotimi's p.o.v

I don't know how many times in I had faintted until I could not longer bear the pain. At some point I felt like my skin was peeling off under the impact of the hot water.

My fingers were almost flattened by the cold giant pliers. The sharp pain in my chest and the strong aroma or roasted meat startled me from the deep fanatasy I hadn't sunk at the pain.

One minute I was dreaming about her the other I was groaning and yelling under the pain, cursing the very day I decided to love her.

On my chest was the fresh tattoo of the a logo I had never seen before. My tormentor was smiling at me with satisfaction. I let out an eerie scream and the echoe resounded in the room but the devil just smiled at me while holding the hot iron.

I don't know what else he had done to me when I had passed away. The feeling of my whole body made me I had been under fire. I was restless and desperte. The well of my tears had tried up.

"Let me go?" I yelled in pain as I struggled to free myself. He stood up