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...He snapped his fingers, and everything changed,
she was in her bed, but not her bedroom,
red walls of gore flanked poor Jean on all sides,
fire ran through seems, she heard cries of doom.

“This shall be you home for the next nine months,
you will not be hurt if here you remain,
but beyond these walls lies true Perdition,
where you will find naught but knives, whips, and flames.”

She shrieked an jumped up from her misplaced bed,
tried to run across a warm, grimy floor,
that felt like a muscle, slick and pulsing,
but to her horror she could see no door.

And the closer she got to the sick walls,
the hotter the heat came, searing her skin,
until it got so bad she had no choice,
and retreated back to the bed again.

“Get me out of here, you damn psychopath!”
But only a cold glare answered her words,
he said, “It’s better you give up hope now,
no one escapes here, the thought is absurd.

“You will be fed, since you are still alive,
and my son must be healthy for his task,
but beyond that you’ll be given nothing,
there’s no mercy here, so don’t even ask.”

He turned from her as if she were nothing,
ignoring the tears, and cries from her throat,
seeming to just disappear through the walls,
back to the Infernal Kingdom did go.

Jeanmarie must have cried for a week straight,
no comfort possible in that dark pit,
even if demons did not torture her
the nature of Hell did not allow it.

A constant discomfort, a low-grade fear,
a creeping panic that never would fade,
they left her naked, alone and half mad,
until she slowly lost count of the days.

Were there even days in a place like this?
She did not know, it just seemed to drag on,
cursed servants brought food that had vile taste,
but even that she would eat before long.

And as for the beast who left her this way,
he was busy running his hellish state,
did not return to her, even for sex,
she was just a whore who didn’t much rate.

As the time went, she learned that he was right,
for her flat stomach soon began to swell,
she was doomed to carry the Devil’s spawn,
she was condemned to bpend her life in Hell.

How many times she broke down during this
is something no mathematician could count,
she could not even feel hope anymore,
the nature of Hell had driven that out.

It felt like it had been a hundred years
Before she was bloated, ready to pop,
she’d felt so much pain, and now childbirth?
There’d be no end to it, this would not stop…

CONTINUES IN PART III
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