Lila's cell was a hellish pit of misery and horror. She could barely see anything in the dim light, but she could smell the rotting corpses that littered the floor, half-submerged in the freezing water that seeped through the cracks. Her clothes were torn and stained with blood, offering little warmth or comfort. She curled up in a corner, trying to ignore the hunger and pain that gnawed at her.
She heard the door open with a loud creak, and felt a surge of fear and hope. Maybe they had come to kill her, to end her suffering. Maybe they had come to free her, to take her away from this nightmare. She looked up, and saw a dark figure looming over her. It grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her out of the cell. She felt the water drain from her body, leaving her cold and wet. She tried to resist, but she was too weak to fight back.
She was taken to a large chamber, where a circle of hooded cultists awaited her. They chanted in a language she did not understand, and waved their hands in the air. The chamber was decorated with bizarre symbols and candles, creating a sinister atmosphere. In the center of the circle, there was a stone altar, stained with blood. Lila felt a chill run down her spine, as she realized what they intended to do.
One of the cultists, who had a distinctive scar on his cloak, stepped forward and grabbed Lila by the throat. He slammed her against the wall, and glared at her with his piercing eyes.
"Where is the pendant, Princess?" he hissed, his breath foul and hot.
Lila spat in his face, and snarled. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have any pendant. And even if I did, I would never give it to you. You're a bunch of lunatics, who worship a false god. A god who will bring nothing but doom to this world."
The cultist wiped his face, and laughed. "You're a brave one, Princess. But also a foolish one. You think you can defy us, the chosen ones of the Dark Lord? You think you can stop us, from fulfilling our destiny? You think you can escape, from our wrath? You are mistaken, Princess. You are doomed."
He threw her to the ground, and kicked her in the ribs. She gasped, and felt a sharp pain in her chest. She coughed, and tasted blood in her mouth. She looked up, and saw him smile wickedly.
"Very well, Princess. You have made your choice. And you shall face the consequences. You shall face a punishment worse than death. You shall face the wrath of the Dark Lord himself."
He signaled to the other cultists, who grabbed Lila and dragged her to another cell. This one was smaller and darker than the previous one. It was also filled with insects, crawling and buzzing everywhere. Lila felt them bite and sting her, as they covered her body. She screamed, and tried to shake them off, but they were too many. She felt them enter her ears, her nose, her mouth. She felt them burrow into her skin, her flesh, her bones. She felt them consume her, from the inside out.
The door slammed shut, and the cultist's voice echoed in her ears.
"Enjoy your stay, Princess. And remember, the Dark Lord is watching. He is always watching."
Lila sobbed, and prayed for death. But death did not come. Only pain. And darkness. And insects.