Beldathiel watched dozens of women and men in front of her, imprisoned like her in a different cell. They were all naked and covered in dried fluid all over their bodies, and they were half-conscious as they mumbled begging the demon to stop. She had been watching each one of them in a worse condition, and it appeared the demons had had enough of playing with them.
She had no idea how she ended up there, but she might be next as a demon's plaything since there were hundreds of cells around her. She wasn't scared, she was just worried about what would happen to her if it was her turn.
When she was thinking about it, suddenly she heard screams of fear in the distance. She knew what it meant, and it was the demons who came down to bring a few of them to accompany them. She knew that they would come, and she hoped that it wasn't her turn yet, but she couldn't do anything even if it was.
