The lights flickered. Fire was heard in the distance, intermingled with screams of tortured and vile creatures. Heat pressed itself against his face, licking at his flesh like a hungered demon. It was upon him. Scoring his flesh with stones. A gritty, painful sensation.

Yet, not a scream escaped his lips. They were wired shut, rendering his cries as muffled pleas for mercy in a land where none was to be found.

Pain and darkness were all he knew.

The flesh was now being separated from from muscle. A sinewy layer of fat trying in vain to remain in tact. The sound of tearing growing only louder as his shoulder became nothing but a mess of blood, meat and tendon. The sounds of fire growing louder in his ears. Flesh pulled away in strips.

The weightless sensation dawning upon him suddenly sickening. More so than the rending of his flesh.

"Here is where pain and pleasure become one," purrs his torturer. "Here is where your every nerve will scream out in agony." A fresh incision made across his chest. The burning flame of skin separating from the muscle beneath. "Soon you'll beg for this. Soon you'll dream of this."