It was settled. I was going to stay and there was nothing else to do. There was no way I would let myself get the same fate as mother. At least if I stayed and did what they say for now it would give me some time to think about a plan to escape. If there was a way, that is.

I gently nodded at his welcome and cleared my throat. "Um… I don't know if this is too much to ask for, but I was wondering… if you perhaps had some, um…" I fiddled with my nightgown, hoping he knew what I was hinting at. He gave me a smug smile and nodded, he knew exactly what I wanted. "I'll be right back." As he left the room I exhaled deeply and tighten the grip on my nightgown. I wanted to punch that grin off him so badly, but at the same time, I couldn't stop getting it out of my head. I kind of liked his smile. It was both unsettling, but at the same time also very alluring. I quickly snapped out of the thoughts about him smirking as the door opened and he entered the room, holding a leather clothing, similar to his and the other cenobites. "Here." He handed it to me and went to stand by the entrance. I folded the clothing out, it was a dress. It looked a little like his, except it had no sleeves and it revealed a lot of the stomach area and cleavage. I had never worn anything that much revealing before, not even my prom dress was this vulgar. I let out a nervous chuckle and asked if there was something less revealing I could have instead.
"I'm afraid that's the only one that fits your size."

I sighed and thanked him for bringing the leather clothing to me. I then lifted the bottom of my nightgown and stopped midway and looked at his direction. He was still standing by the entrance and looked at me. I could feel my cheeks get warm as I let go of my gown and said; "Could you maybe…" He made an uneasy chuckle and replied with "Of course" as he left the room.

I grabbed my gown again and took it off. I could feel a cold breeze on my naked body and shivered a little. It wasn't till I took off my gown I realized how cold the room was. I looked around to see where the source of the breeze could be coming from, but there were no other entrances beside the door Pinhead went through. I thought maybe the room was supposed to be this cold, and yet he expected me to wear an outfit that showed a lot of my skin. While I was in my own thoughts I clenched to my gown and could feel another hole on it. I looked down to examine it better. The hole was on the back of the gown near the one mother made with her knife, but it was smaller than hers. Through the small hole I could get the tip of my little finger in. I didn't remember how or when I got it, but I played with for a short moment to see how much of my finger I could get through. As I did, I started remembering back to when I fled from the creature with the string and the darkness that absorbed me as I tried to reach the opening. While I remembered back to the horrifying incident I suddenly recall hearing a clinging noise. The noise sounded familiar, as in very familiar. I then remember where I heard the noise before: it was the same noise the hooks made when I first entered this place. I looked down on the hole again and pulled the tip of my finger off it. I made a closer examine of it, and it did look like a hook could have made that hole. I suddenly realized if it hadn't been for the hook, I would have been the creature's food. Whoever threw the hook at me, saved me. But, who threw it? Who would even want to save me? It didn't seem like anyone in this godforsaken place liked me. As I remembered back to the incident, I remembered how Pinhead was the only one next to me after I went through the opening. I could feel my whole face was getting warm by just thinking about it. Maybe Pinhead…

Suddenly loud knocks were heard from the entranced and I quickly snapped out of it. Pinhead asked if he could come in, and I told him to wait a little bit as I rushed the dress on my naked body, shivering from the cold leather touching my skin. I got up from the bed and told him he could come in now. I covered my stomach with my hands as he came in, smiling his smug smile.
"You look just like a fellow cenobite." He said in a teasing tone.
"Shut up."

He snickered as I rolled my eyes and noticed he walked towards me. "There's something you need to know." His teasing tone disappeared and was replaced with his regular serious voice. I looked at him surprised and nodded nervously." Y-yes?" I replied, still covering my stomach. Our eyes were meeting each other. I wanted to avoid his glance, not because it made me feel uncomfortable, but because I for an odd reason felt so… embarrassed looking deep into his eyes. I kept my focus and tried to ignore the embarrassing feeling. "You are not allowed to leave this room unless I am here to escort you." He said as his eyes cut right through mine.

I blinked in surprise over what he said. Was he being serious? Did I really need to walk by his side whenever I wanted to leave the room, like some kind of dog walking with their owner?! I shook my head in displeasure and asked "Why?!" I knew that I'd agreed to stay here for the rest of my eternity, but they could at least let me have the freedom to walk whenever I wanted to. "You're still new. There are infinite places to discover around here. Meaning the chances for you to get lost is just as big. I- we, the great Leviathan and the other cenobites including myself, cannot risk that."
"But I can take care of myself just fine."
"You don't understand. This isn't like getting lost in some silly amusement park. Getting lost here can result into serious consequences. You have to stay here till I can come and escort you. Then you can go wherever you want to."
"But I-"
"No. This is how it's going to be, end of discussion."
"This isn't fair-!"
"Enough!" He raised his tone loud enough for it to echo all over the room. I backed away from him a little.

He cleared his throat and sighed. "Believe me, this is for the best." He turned around and walked to the entrance. He continued; "I'll be back before you know it." And with that final sentence he left the room. I was now alone.

I had no sense of time. I didn't know how long he had been gone for; neither did I know how long I've stayed in this room. Had it already been a day? Or was time timeless here, so what I would consider a day on Earth is actually a week here? Or even a month? My lack of the sense of the time made me more eager to leave the room so I could, paradoxically enough, kill some time. But I kept worrying about his warning. He said there would be serious consequences if I left. But then again, since I would be staying here it would only be logically for me to know the place better, and I didn't have the patience to wait for him to show it to me. I finally decided to leave my room, and went straight for the entrance. The entrance opened up immediately, causing me to make a little jump backwards as my heart skipped a beat. I did not expect it to be that easy to leave the room. I walked back to the entrance again and bended my head forward to check if the coast was clear, as a breeze touched my skin. The walls outside the room where made of concrete like material, with a few crescent shaped holes across the wall and an open space.

I expected there to be someone guarding my door, but there was no one. I sighed in relief and walked away from the entrance. It closed the moment I stepped away from it and made me do another jump of surprise. I then took a deep breath and exhaled. I was actually doing this, I was outside of the room.

I looked at both my sides to see if there was some kind of route to follow. But both sides looked the exact same. I could feel my stomach and chest hurt a little. I didn't know it if was due to the breeze, or because I slowly began to panic. I wanted to turn back and just wait for Pinhead to return so he could guide me around. But I was already this far, I couldn't give up yet. I ignored the invisible pain I felt form my chest and stomach and without thinking too much about it, I turned to my left side and began to walk through what I would call was a halfway. I didn't know where I was walking to, I just walked. I watched my steps as I kept going, making sure I wouldn't trip into the crescent shaped holes. As I went I thought about how this might have been a bad idea. I thought waiting in the room might not have been that bad after all, and if I did wait I wouldn't have put myself into danger by walking into unknown areas. The thoughts made me breathe harshly, like I couldn't breathe properly, and my heart would beat nonstop as the pain in my chest and stomach increased.

I then snapped out of my thoughts as my heart started to return to its normal rhythm. The halfway had changed. The cement like wall had changed into a dark wall, there were no crescent holes and no open space as well. I continued going despite the change of setting, till I noticed a black door. I then went straight for the door and stood in front of it. It looked just like a normal door, it even had a handle.

I had a bad feeling about it, and yet I couldn't stop looking at it. It was as if it was calling me. I knew I should listen to my guts and return to the room, but I couldn't ignore the call and with no hesitation I grabbed the handle. I could feel sweat sliding down my neck, my heart returned to beat quickly as I panted uncontrollably. My hand began getting warm and sweaty as I tighten my grab on the handle. With a shaking, warm and sweaty hand, and a heart that beat constantly, I turned the handle and opened the door. I let go of the handle as I could feel the sweat sliding down my back and my heart stop. The room was empty. There was nothing, but pitch blackness.

I looked into the room in confusion. It couldn't be right that there was an empty room in Hell. It didn't make sense. I stepped into the blackness hoping to hear or face something, but nothing. The light from the door I entered from began to fade as I continued walking, till it suddenly shut leaving a loud noise that echoed in the blackness. I stopped and froze. I screwed up. I shouldn't have left the room, I shouldn't have opened the door and I shouldn't have entered it. It was over, I knew it was only a matter of time before something from this room would sneak up behind me and grab me. I could feel I was about to cry when suddenly a big flash absorbed the room. I closed my eyes and held a hand above them as the flash continued till it was gone. I opened them again and gasped. The room was no longer pitch blackness but a prom hall. And not just any prom hall, it was the prom hall of Ewen High School, my school's prom.

It felt so surreal. Everyone was there, alive, chatting with one another as the band played in the background. I couldn't believe it. Suddenly someone grabbed my shoulder and a familiar voice said; "Are you ready to dance?"

I turned around. It was Tommy.