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that he wants, but while he is down here, he will not be able to come."
    "So, I should provide him with pleasure, so that he can torture himself?" Karawan had never heard of such a thing. He had always thought that sex was for pleasure. It hadn't ever occurred to him that sex could be a form of torture. Karawan's thoughts shifted to Craig; he thought about trying this exact trick on him.
    "Yes, exactly. You have it exactly right," Moloch answered as he began to lick Karawan's cock once more, bringing Karawan's focus back onto him. "Now, because you have proven yourself to be such a quick study, I shall finish what I have started. Besides, it's more fun for me that way, too."
    Craig had been alone now for quite a while. The pain eventually subsided, except for the ache in his chest which was growing stronger by the minute. The blood on his chest and stomach eventually dried up, and Craig was able to pick it off of his skin. Flake after flake fell to the ground, and Craig kept working until he was sure that he'd removed it all. Pretty soon, all that remained was a scar that shakily spelled out "evil", a constant reminder to Craig as to where he was and why he was here.
    As if he could forget. Not long after Karawan left him, the gunshots started up again. Craig put his hands to his ears, to try to block out the sound, but it was completely useless. Over and over, the shots penetrated Craig's thoughts and relentlessly tortured him. Perhaps even more so than any of Karawan's punishments. Then again, he had kind of liked Karawan's torments, if he stopped to admit it to himself.
    Just when Craig felt like he was going to lose what was left of his mind, the gunshots stopped. The sudden silence unnerved Craig and he stood up cautiously. "Hello?" he called. "Is anyone there?" Craig took a tentative step backwards and was relieved when his foot hit the floor. He took another step back, and was surprised when he collided with a hard object.
    Acting out of reflex, he reached his hand back and felt a smooth, not quite cylindrical, object. Craig ran his hand up and down his discovery for a moment, enjoying the feel of its warmth under his hand. This was the first truly pleasurable sensation that he had gotten since he'd been in Hell, and he didn't want to lose it. Craig closed his eyes and let the warmth travel up his hand to his arm. Seconds before it was to reach his heart, he felt the object in his hand flex.
    Craig's eyes flew open and he turned around to find the red glow of Karawan standing behind him. Craig blushed when he realized that he had been stroking the demon's outer thigh. "I... I'm sorry, Karawan," he stammered. "I didn't know it was you. You just felt so warm, and it's been so dark and cold. And I... I just..."
    "Silence," Karawan interrupted, and Craig immediately complied. "It is time for you to receive more punishment."
    Craig sighed, and then nodded. He knew there was no way out of it; besides, he had been kind of turned on by the last time. He stood still as Karawan outfitted him with the shackles and once again followed when Karawan tugged on his chain.
    Craig was lost in his own thoughts about the gunfire and the mysterious former life when Karawan abruptly halted. Unprepared, Craig ran right into the back of him. Karawan's eyes flashed as he turned around to look Craig in the eye. "Try to be more careful, human." Craig nodded, afraid to speak; he was relieved when the demon turned away and led him into a room.
    The room looked very much the same as the first interrogation room that Karawan had first brought him to, except in place of the stool, there was a high-backed wooden chair with ornate carvings along the back and the sides. Craig had assumed that the chair was meant for Karawan, so he was thrown off when Karawan took off his chains and ordered him to sit.
    When Craig hesitated, Karawan gave him a hard shove. "I said, sit!" his voice boomed throughout the room. Snapping back to attention, Craig did as