"ARRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
In the depths of a forsaken realm, cloaked in absolute darkness, a woman with crimson skin, a wickedly coiled tail, and bat-like wings writhed in unspeakable pain.
Her once lustrous dark hair was now dull and hung in dishevelled tangles around her ashen face. This tortured soul, bearing the appearance of a succubus, was currently in a hell that was crafted specifically to magnify her suffering.
A maddening silence enveloped the desolate chamber, broken only by the anguished screams and pitiful cries that erupted from her lips.
Her voice, laden with desperation, echoed throughout the oppressive void, reverberating back to her with malicious glee.
Yet, there was no one to hear her agonized pleas, no one to witness her torment.
Her scarlet skin, radiant in its demonic allure, now seemed ashen and lifeless, marked by the invisible scars of relentless pain. Her tail, once a symbol of her unearthly beauty, twitched involuntarily, a mockery of its former grace.
