Alister - REVISED

Once she came to, she thought of how her jaw hurt, he hit her pretty hard. She opened her eyes and looked around at her surroundings; it was a deathly cold room even though it was lit from all sides with torches that hung on the walls with gnarled horns. There was no ceiling, just swirling black and red clouds that were pulsating with electricity. Blood was splattered all over the walls and the puddles on the floor reflected the lightning. Unearthly moans and bloody murderous screams could be heard in the distant, music to his ears. He proudly walked back towards her, each step booming in her ears, he had something new in his grasp, something that made her tremble with fear. She had never seen such a beast; never in her imagination could she conjure such a vision. His face was skeletal and void of any skin which glistened in the dim lighting. His teeth were sharp and curved inward and his tongue was that of a snake which slithered in and out of his mouth as if he tasted the very air around her. He had long horns coming out of the sides of his head and where he should have had the legs of a man, he had the lower body of a lion. His torso and upper body were muscular and his arms led to hands with long, sharp black claws. She took in a deep breath in anticipation of his next round of tricks and the scent of pure sulfur and putrid rotting flesh burned her throat, it felt like she had swallowed bleach.
Alister was at his wits end with her, she angered him, she was enjoying this too much, so much that he was ready to pull out all the stops, ready to show her what pain really is. She must have been a very bad, bad girl up top to have taken every blow he dealt her. He walked over to the blood soaked table on the other side of the rack she was hanging from and pulled back the tarp made of human skins revealing all his tools of his trade, as he walked down the table, he ran his claws over each device lovingly before he stopped at the one on the end. Just touching it made him quiver with shear pleasure, it was his most prized possession.
The handle was permanently stained with blood from the thousands of years of use and the blade was as sharp as a scalpel. Thousands of years ago, when this all started, when he was hand picked by the dark one himself to be the deliverer of the most unimaginable pain and suffering, he made it himself. The hooked blade was forged in the fires of hell and the handle was made from the horn of the demon whose job he took. He picked it up and slithered his black tongue along the hardened cold steal savoring the thoughts of what he is going to do to her with it.
"This is going to be fun" he hissed to her with the most sinister evil grin on his face.
He walked up to her and slid the blade along her throat, making sure he only nicked her a bit; just enough to let her slowly bleed. She recoiled from his touch. Alister looked into her eyes and finally saw it, the kind of reaction he had been wanting from her, he fed off of it and it flowed out of every cell in her body. She was now quaking with primal fear in anticipation of the next cut, it felt like a hot poker digging into her delicate flesh. He continued to slice into her soft white skin, turning it red with blood. When he was finally done with her, she would not be the same, ever. He was going to filet her soul wide open.
"You thought what I was doing to you before was fun? This is just a taste of what I will be doing to you next." He growled angrily. "Now it's time for the real fun to begin..."
"No", she cried, "No, please stop." She was starting to hyperventilate uncontrollably.
"No" "is not in my vocabulary my sweet, precious child." The words rolled off his tongue like the blood dripping from her veins.
He reached up and took a handful of her hair, pulled her scalp tight and began slicing into it. Her screams made him shudder in pure ecstasy. She was covered in blood now and her screams soon became a gargling of blood in her throat from the blood that poured down her face into her mouth. He was no where near done with her. He lifted the skin he cut from her above his face and squeezed the blood into his mouth savoring every drop. He made sure to do this right in front of her, to show her he wasn't playing anymore; she passed out from the pain. He was not going to let her slip into unconsciousness, no, he was prepared for such a problem, he took some of the dirt from the ground and rubbed it under her nose, it acted like a sort smelling salts and she instantly came to.
She squinted at him with the blood burning her eyes, whimpering to him, "Please stop, I beg of you. I’ll do anything to make you stop this torture." She was gagging on her own blood as she tried to speak.
"How dare you beg me, you insignificant little whore." He snapped back, "You are nothing to me, nothing but a vile pig to carve up!"
He rammed his fist into her gut so hard she lost all control and spewed up blood. She was coughing now, trying to breathe without getting blood into her lungs. Her stomach was twitching from the damage he inflicted upon her and she couldn't stop throwing up bile.
"Ahahahaha..." He was laughing at her. "Did you enjoy that? There's more where that came from." Just as the last word spewed from his lips, he took his knife and drove it into her, just below her belly button. Her screaming became ear piercing as he yanked the blade up to her rib cage, blood spurting as he withdrew it and her entrails spilled out all over the floor.
Alister was in heaven, never in a thousand years has he had so much joy from ripping a soul to pieces. He bathed in her blood as she bled out, a baptism of sorts, how perfect he thought and what a way to start the first 100 years of her torture.
As she came to on the rack she started to cry, begging him to stop. She remembered everything that had just happened to her. Screaming no and trying to break free.
"Oh my precious," he whispered sweetly into her ear, "it's no use you see, I have you for 100 years, you and countless others that have made it to me. You should be ever so lucky, why you say? Because you are my favorite, you and I will have endless fun." He reached up to her face and caressed it like a lover, tucking her long blonde hair behind her ear, and just before he walked away, he grabbed her ear and tore it off with a swift pull and ran his slithering tongue over the side of her face.
"Oh the endless fun we will have." He growled.