Under-Hell, Solitary Cell Wing

"Under no circumstances do you go more than two feet into this confinement cell.  Understand?"

"Sir yes sir."

"Not a fraction of your cocks hair over that distance."

Security was always tight in the Under-Hell, three fully armed guards stood making last minute checks before entering one of the maximum security cells.  The transparent door slid open and they stepped in weapons trained on the rooms single occupant.  A young man in appearance with silver hair and violet eyes, angelic looking in nature, sat at the farthest side of the room.





Stepping into the room came a fourth man an orderly of sorts setting down the prisoners food rations, before turning around to leave.

"SHIT FALL BACK!"







"Such a beautiful taste"

The silver haired man giggled while licking his blood covered fingers as the remaining to guards dragged their fallen comrades nearly severed corpses from the cell resealing the door.