I remember now so cold and dark, the grimy stench of mold lingering in the air. Quick glances around the small tomb, the hard brick lay stacked. Each brick different, in shape and size but the feeling of grime and the slick furry texture of the green mold that had taken the surface. I scream to my lungs content, fear finally gripping my dizzied mind. Thats when I heard it, so raspy and deep. A voice, it's length away from me I could not tell for it's whisper seemed as loud as a yell. I stepped back barely understanding it's words.

"Who are you?" I scream to the creature lurking so close.

"What do you fear? Me? This is a possibility?"

"What?"

"Why are you here scouring my home? Trapped I see, with no one to set you free."

"You speak in ways I can barely conceive." The voice seemed so close I could feel hot breath on my face, to much to be a man yet to high to be a beast.

"It is here you will die pathetic man. Though it shall not be by my hand."

"So are you sparing me for some great task?"

"No, I just want your torment to last." Fear pervaded my mind and I fell to my knees thus mt hell began. Me trapped with this beast never able to escape or be free again. Although this devil has been a good friend.