I'll see you in Hell. ~ Paxton and Eliza.
“Stop!” Eliza tried to scream out, using every bit of her emotional and physical strength that she had left. But, along with any hopes she had, that strength was gone. Tears could no longer escape, and screams wouldn’t do her any good. Every piece of her hard, outer shell had been shattered- any comforting thought broken. Being in Hell had completely torn her apart, in every aspect of the phrase.
“What, you can’t even handle a little physical pain? Your time in here is only half-over, love. You’d better get used to it.” Echoed the form in front of her- over the past day, or, what was at least six months in Hell, it’d changed, using the fears and nightmares of her past to haunt Eliza. Now, it was her father. Her father had never been particularly her favorite person to please- at home, he’d abuse her. When her mother and brother left the house, he’d call Eliza worthless, that she could never do anything correctly… it only made her strive to please him further. She tried, she really did. But nothing ever seemed good enough- and, here, this demon used her weaknesses to their advantage.
“Looks like someone has daddy problems. You were just a worthless piece of trash all those years, you know that?” She shook her head, unable to unlock her eyes from the twisted look on what appeared to be her father’s face. Being here, Eliza’d learned that it was worse to distract one’s self from the pain, and better to face it head-on. No matter how much it hurt.
With that, another knife pinned her shoulder to the brick wall behind her back. “Pathetic.”