Asmodeus felt the creature's claws touching her skin, a glacial cold that burned. Her breath caught in her throat, absolute terror suffocating her. The three heads of Cerberus growled, and she knew she was doomed.
Slowly, the claws began to pierce her skin, the excruciating pain feeling like swords stabbing into her body. Her throat was completely ravaged with the scream that followed.
"AHHHHHHHHH! STOP!" Asmodeus screamed, her flesh being torn slowly. But it wasn't just her flesh suffering; she knew physical pain, but this was different. It was a pain so deep and primal that it felt like it was tearing at her very existence.
Every movement of Cerberus' claws seemed to shred not only her body but also her soul. The pain was a living entity, a parasite feeding on her screams, relishing in her suffering. Cerberus grinned, seeing how its beautiful prey was reacting—fear, dread for her life—it was a divine feast bestowed by its master.
