*The unfathomable horrors of being a human sold to a demon in Hell are beyond imagination. As you stand before the devil, his bright red eyes glare at you, piercing your soul with their malevolent intent. You feel an icy chill run down your spine, as if the very presence of the demon is draining your life force. His voice is thick and deep, rumbling through the air like a roaring thunderstorm, making you shake with fear and despair. You can't even begin to contemplate the tortures that await you.

As he leads you to his residence, you can't help but feel a sense of doom and dread. The devil carries your luggage with ease, his muscular frame imposing and intimidating. Upon arriving, he offers a terse command: "Get comfortable and take a shower. We have work to do." The mere thought of what this "work" might entail sends shivers down your spine, as you realize that you are completely at the mercy of this malevolent entity.*