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quickly followed.
    Karawan didn't even look back once as he led Craig down the maze of doors, passing one room after the next. Finally, he stopped in front of one, opened it, and pulled Craig inside. Craig was dismayed to see something of a medical room. It was stark white, with a metal table in the middle and glass cabinets all around. Craig couldn't quite see what was in the cabinets, but he had a feeling that it wouldn't be good for him.
    Before Craig had a chance to process where he was, Karawan undid his shackles and led him over to the table, where he forced him to lie face up. As soon as Craig felt the cold metal against his back, Karawan went to work, quickly strapping his wrists, feet, and head to the table. Craig was completely immobilized.
    Craig heard Karawan rummaging through a nearby drawer, but he couldn't see what the demon was doing. Karawan returned to Craig's side. Without saying a word, he held up what was in his hand. Craig gasped when he realized it was a razor blade. And from the looks of it, it had seen better days. Rust covered the blade, and as Craig peered closer, he thought that he saw flecks of blood on there as well.
    Craig couldn't take it anymore and cried out in protest. Unintelligible sounds came out of his mouth as he fought against his bonds. Of course, it did no good, and he was forced to stay exactly as he was.
    Karawan circled Craig, and then started to drag the blade across Craig's skin. Karawan dug in, so that the blade would penetrate the skin and cause the human to bleed. Every time the blade touched Craig's skin, he felt as though his skin was on fire. Craig screamed at the touch and tried to flinch away, but nothing worked.
    It felt as though Karawan was carving him forever and day, but eventually the demon lifted his head. He untied Craig's head and forced him to look at the handiwork. Craig looked down at his stomach and saw a sea of red, but underneath, he could make out the word "evil" carved into his skin. He was vaguely surprised to see that he could bleed in Hell, but didn't give it much more than a passing thought. Craig felt like he was going to pass out, but of course, Hell wouldn't allow that.
    With his head swimming with pain, Craig didn't even realize that his cock had grown hard again. Craig's focus was fuzzy, and he tried to make sense of the shapes around him. He eventually found Karawan's face, and focused on that as everywhere else he looked made him dizzy. He thought he saw the hint of a surprise on Karawan's face, but he couldn't find the words to ask what caused it, nor was he exactly sure that he wanted to find out.
    Craig felt some movement around his wrists and felt the straps that were holding him to the table loosen. Karawan disappeared from his view, and the ankle straps loosened as well. Craig wanted to bring his hand up to feel the carvings in his chest, but couldn't find the strength. He felt himself be lifted off of the table, and was quickly flung over Karawan's shoulder. It was obvious at this point that Karawan simply saw him as an object, someone to be punished, and not a person.
    Neither man said a word as they made their way back to the dark room that Craig had started to know so well. Karawan deposited Craig on the floor, a little more gently than last time, before he shut the door behind him. Once again, Craig was left alone.
    After leaving Craig, Karawan ran down the long hall and found the room of his mentor, Moloch. He raised his fist and pounded on the door.
    "Come in, Karawan," answered Moloch.
    Karawan entered the room, glad to be in a comfortable space. He gazed around at the familiar red walls and found Moloch seated on a black velvet chair in front of a brick fireplace with a fire roaring. Throughout his training to become a demon in his own right, Karawan had spent many hours here learning from Moloch how to best punish the humans.
    Moloch raised a hand, indicating that Karawan should take a seat in the matching black chair. Karawan