//..The leather-bound page lowers the fiercely chained hook; glinting in the dim light along with the dull sheening of the cenobites ravagedly gelatinous skin… Its lacking facial flesh softens into that of recognition when he realizes her with fewly deprived senses. Of course, no one would have understood the chatterer’s atrocious chattering unless you were a cenobite your own..//
“..Tak! tak! tak! tak! “
[ ..Greetings, milady.. It has been far too long.. ]
An inhabitant of hell she might have been, but she held her affections close nonetheless. The young page was dear to her, and she was glad to see him after her absence.
“That it has, child.” A quick glance at the blood-stained walls put a smile on her face.