He just took off his shirt and sat over the seat while waiting for her. The seat was so soft and he felt more comfortable than sleeping in his bed.
"Try to withstand this," she suddenly said and he only raised his head to find a strange needle that had many black writings over its green blade and fine wisps of black smoke dissipated off it.
"What is that?" he only asked and the next moment she put the needle over his skin and he felt intense pain that made him scream.
"Hold on big boy," one of her heads turned to him, "or else I'll strap you."
He gritted his teeth while trying to contain that intense pain, "is that alright? I'm feeling like being burnt in hell now!"
"That's normal, after all my needle is one that was forged in the depth of one of the hells," she said casually as if she was saying something comfortable.
