A woman chuckled from the corner, he’s strapped to a bed, bare. “Where am I?” he asks in a coarse voice, throat raw.

                “Let’s call it hell.” Another woman laughs when she says that and he turns his head quickly to look where it comes from.

                “What did I do wrong?” He asks in an alarmed voice, his bright blue eyes wild and panicky.

                “You know what you did Noah.” The woman chuckles at him, an evil kind of chuckle that sends chills down his spine, “Not sure your wife does though.”

                He shudders, “I-I have no idea what you mean!”

                The other woman laughs again, smiling, “Those poor women, captured never let free again.”

                “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he shouts again, certain he can escape the situation, “Who are you?!”

                The woman steps out into the light, tan with dark brown hair and bright yellow eyes. A huge grin filling her face, “Alma, Alma Kapulu. And no need to introduce yourself Noah Smith, we very well know who you are.” She was skinny, but you could tell by the way she walked you could tell she wasn’t weak. She grabbed a knife off the table, rubbing against her finger softly.

                “Wait wait! We can talk this out! You have the wrong guy!” he says in a squeak, the other woman laughs again, obviously amused.

                “Unfortunately, we don’t.” Alma sighs, still smiling, then she looks at the other woman, “How should he go out hun?”

                “Knife.” She comes out into the light as well, long orange-red hair, a pair of light brown wings coming from her back, a long white dress almost to the floor, “Down the belly.”

                “I’m not ready to die!” A woman chuckled from the corner, he’s strapped to a bed, bare. “Where am I?” he asks in a coarse voice, throat raw.

                “Let’s call it hell.” Another woman laughs when she says that and he turns his head quickly to look where it comes from.

                “What did I do wrong?” He asks in an alarmed voice, his bright blue eyes wild and panicky.

                “You know what you did Noah.” The woman chuckles at him, an evil kind of chuckle that sends chills down his spine, “Not sure your wife does though.”

                He shudders, “I-I have no idea what you mean!”

                The other woman laughs again, smiling, “Those poor women, captured never let free again.”

                “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he shouts again, certain he can escape the situation, “Who are you?!”

                The woman steps out into the light, tan with dark brown hair and bright yellow eyes. A huge grin filling her face, “Alma, Alma Kapulu. And no need to introduce yourself Noah Smith, we very well know who you are.” She was skinny, but you could tell by the way she walked you could tell she wasn’t weak. She grabbed a knife off the table, rubbing against her finger softly.

                “Wait wait! We can talk this out! You have the wrong guy!” he says in a squeak, the other woman laughs again, obviously amused.

                “Unfortunately, we don’t.” Alma sighs, still smiling, then she looks at the other woman, “How should he go out hun?”

                “Knife.” She comes out into the light as well, long orange-red hair, a pair of light brown wings coming from her back, a long white dress almost to the floor, “Down the belly.”

                “I’m not ready to die!” He shouts, trying to escape the ropes holding him down, “Begone demon!”

                “Angel.” The one with wings corrects him, rolling her eyes. He begins to cry.

                Alma sighs, “Pathetic.” She laughs, a snort escaping her mouth, she looks over at the angel with a wild look in her eyes, “Ready?”A woman chuckled from the corner, he’s strapped to a bed, bare. “Where am I?” he asks in a coarse voice, throat raw.

                “Let’s call it hell.” Another woman laughs when she says that and he turns his head quickly to look where it comes from.

                “What did I do wrong?” He asks in an alarmed voice, his bright blue eyes wild and panicky.

                “You know what you did Noah.” The woman chuckles at him, an evil kind of chuckle that sends chills down his spine, “Not sure your wife does though.”

                He shudders, “I-I have no idea what you mean!”

                The other woman laughs again, smiling, “Those poor women, captured never let free again.”

                “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he shouts again, certain he can escape the situation, “Who are you?!”

                The woman steps out into the light, tan with dark brown hair and bright yellow eyes. A huge grin filling her face, “Alma, Alma Kapulu. And no need to introduce yourself Noah Smith, we very well know who you are.” She was skinny, but you could tell by the way she walked you could tell she wasn’t weak. She grabbed a knife off the table, rubbing against her finger softly.

                “Wait wait! We can talk this out! You have the wrong guy!” he says in a squeak, the other woman laughs again, obviously amused.

                “Unfortunately, we don’t.” Alma sighs, still smiling, then she looks at the other woman, “How should he go out hun?”

                “Knife.” She comes out into the light as well, long orange-red hair, a pair of light brown wings coming from her back, a long white dress almost to the floor, “Down the belly.”

                “I’m not ready to die!” He shouts, trying to escape the ropes holding him down, “Begone demon!”

                “Angel.” The one with wings corrects him, rolling her eyes. He begins to cry.

                Alma sighs, “Pathetic.” She laughs, a snort escaping her mouth, she looks over at the angel with a wild look in her eyes, “Ready?”He shouts, trying to escape the ropes holding him down, “Begone demon!”

                “Angel.” The one with wings corrects him, rolling her eyes. He begins to cry.

                Alma sighs, “Pathetic.” She laughs, a snort escaping her mouth, she looks over at the angel with a wild look in her eyes, “Ready?”

               "Ready."