Pinhead stood up and exhaled slowly, the slightest trace of a smile appeared on his face then disappeared just as quickly.He looked down at his victim as he wiped the sharp instrument on his sleeve and then returned it to his waist with the others.So fragile, so innocent, so easy, he thought.He had enjoyed this one immensely, it's white skin like snow, all clean and fresh, like a canvas ready for creation.He remembered how it had fallen to it's knee's and begged for it's life to be spared, pleaded for escape, tear's running down it's face.He had put his hand on it's head as it looked up sobbing.

"Don't be afraid child, enjoy the pain" he had said, and with the sharp instrument in his hand he had struck down and slashed it's face apart.

The body had toppled over and lay on the floor, a wave of crimson slowly running from it's broken face.He remembered crouching down and running his fingers through the blood, luxuriating in it's warm feel.He had tasted it,nectar for the god's.

Then the other's had come, three of them in all.Their horrific feature's showed no sign of the sadistic hunger they felt for the lamb at their feet.

It was still shaking, there on the floor, lying in it's red bath.It's hand's went up to what was left of it's face, fingers touched raw flesh and bone-it screamed.Through it's eye's it saw the other cenobite's.Then one of them moved slowly forward, and crouched down slowly putting it's hand on the lamb's chest.It ran it's fingers up and down the lamb's body, from it's chest down to it's groin, a deeply sexual feel.The lamb thought this grotesque being looked female, with it's ashen coloured face, and soft features, scarified by the protuding nasal spike and mutilated throat.It rubbed his nipple's softly, it's tongue licking it's lip's in a provacative manner. It opened it's mouth to speak, a soft almost inaudible whisper "Pleasure......" it said, and grabbed the lamb by the throat, slowy squeezing.

The lamb could'nt breathe, it started choking, spittle forming around it's mouth.It saw the remaining demons step forward, a quite frenzy in their faces.