"I can make you bleed..." the voice whispered in his head, waking Pinhead. The few moments of rest he managed to grab in his hectic schedule, and they were interrupted by- what? Angelique maybe, playing one of her simplistic games? Anything was possible, down here. Pinhead rose, and exited his chambers, searching for the Hell Princess.

In the shadows, someone giggled. A shape detached itself from those shadows, a tall statuesque woman, blond hair pulled away from her face, adorned in skintight leather and chains. Dangling in her right hand were the crushed remains of a box puzzle. She had stripped it of its secrets, forced it to bring her to hell, and destroyed it.

Now she was here, and the game could begin.

"Slut!" Pinhead backhanded Angelique, sending her stumbling against a nearby man-sized bear trap. "You are not to come into my private chambers! You will suffer for this, bitch, yes you will suffer!"

Angelique managed to regain her reeling senses, and she backed away from the furious demon. "But I didn't DO ANYTHING!" she screamed at him. I've been here the entire time!" She threw her arms wide, indicating to the unfortunate humans strapped to the torture devices around them. "I have done nothing!"

"You lie." Pinhead growled, advancing on her, sickle blade in each hand.

Laughter like broken glass stopped Pinhead in his tracks. He turned, facing the owner of the laughter. In the doorway to the torture chamber stood a tall blond human female, clad in skintight black leather. Around her waist were the most amazing range of pointed and edged weapons Pinhead had seen in awhile. "This time, she does not lie." her voice was the growl of a jungle cat. She looked dark, and very dangerous.

"How did you-?" Pinhead stuttered. Seeing the female was a shock, and somewhere in his ebony soul, something stirred. She was very beautiful. The puzzle box was thrown at his feet in answer to his unfinished question. This was not possible, humans couldn't destroy the puzzles.

She smiled. "I have come for you." she stated flatly, then continued. "Your pain will be legendary, even in Hell."

Pinhead blinked. Was it possible? Could this be Kristy Cotton?

Again she laughed, and shook her head. She had read his mind. A flesh hook, complete with two inches of chain, dangled from her earlobe. It had not attacked her; she had taken it as a trophy. "I am not Kristy Cotton, I am Domina Hentai, and I am your death." A pause. "Kristy was my half-sister." Was? "She could not take what evils you had done to her, and she took her life. Now I'll take yours."

Oh shit, Pinhead thought, turning to disappear into a side passage. There was a cracking sound, and a bullwhip wrapped around his throat, jerking him to a halt. In the background, he heard Angelique laughing.

"May I help you, Lady Hentai?" Angelique asked.

"You can watch." Hentai growled in response. Hentai stepped forward, and buried a six inch hunting knife in Pinhead's spine, ensuring he couldn't escape. She unwound the bullwhip, as Pinhead fell to the ground on his back. He stared up into Hentai's grey eyes, and for a moment, saw his own death. Or at least, a great deal of torture... "Let's get started, shall we?"

Angelique's laughter echoes through the passages of Hell.