Blackwell stood up and began to walk down a corridor. Soon he was in the lower dungeons where he held all the goodie goodies and those whom are in his way.
He stopped in front of a cell which held Michelle. He opened the door. Michelle was shackled to the wall. Her pretty dress was torn in places from the rough handling of Blackwell's demon workers. Michelle looked up at him with defience.
"Well," Blackwell started. "It appears the Elder are coming for you. They have recruited the retard of a lover of yours, Aramis. They think they stand a chance, and the nerve of trying to give me a cheap name like Mr. Blackwell."
Michelle smiled spitefully, "Well, Mr. Blackwell, you can go to hell."
Blackwell's arm flew out quickly. A demonic claw grabed ahold of her neck. Blackwell lifted her off the ground. "I'd be careful what I'd say if I were you."
He suddenly let go and Michelle droped downward. The sudden force made the cuffs on the chains dig slightly into her wrist.
Blackwell laughed and left the cell.
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