Warning: This story involves the cruel and senseless torture of cute character. If this is not your thing then stop reading now. You have been warned!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fidget. Fidget is property of Humble Hearts and Microsoft Studios.

The Tenth Circle: Fidget

"Ug!" Fidget groaned as she began to come to.

She must have slept in an awkward position because her arms were killing her. She tried to stretch the aching limbs, but found that she could barely move her wrists. As the haze of sleep began to fade from her mind, she became increasingly aware that something was off. She could feel gravity pulling down on her, so she wasn't lying down; In fact, she couldn't feel the ground at all. Her sense of smell began to return and she was blasted with the foul stench of blood and decay. Fear crept into the back of her mind. What in the world was going on?! Finally her vision started to focus allowing her to make out her surroundings.

The room she was in was dank and dingy, the walls made up of dull grey stone bricks. But it's what was on those walls that made her hair stand on end and filled her with dread. Whips, knives, chains, hooks, spikes; All manner of wicked and terrifying instruments lined the walls, like some sort of dungeon or torture chamber. Across from her was a single metal door, which appeared to be the only way in and out of the dungeon. And then there was herself; The reason for her aching arms became apparent as she discovered that she had been shackled to the chamber wall, left to hang there with only her wrists supporting her weight. The sharp metal cuffs cut into her flesh, almost as if they were designed to maximize her discomfort. Where the hell was she?! And how did she get here?!

The last thing she remembered was setting up camp with Dust and turning in for the night. Maybe this was all just a bad dream, but the pain running through her arms and wrists made that seem unlikely. Had they been ambushed and captured by general Gaius's forces in the dead of night? That explanation seemed more plausible, but something in the pit of her gut told her that her predicament was far more dire. Something in the air just didn't seem right, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was waiting just beyond that door.

As if on cue, the door swung open, bathing the dungeon in a blinding light. Fidget had to avert her eyes at the sudden flare, but she could just make out the silhouette of someone standing in the doorway.

"Ah Fidget; Chosen Guardian of the sacred sword Ahrah; Faithful companion of the wanderer Dust; And purveyor of comic relief; It's good to see that you're finally awake." the mysterious figure said as he entered the room, closing the door behind him.

With the glare gone, Fidget finally got a good look at her captor, and she was surprised to see that it was a bat. Not a nimbat like herself, but a full sized anthro bat. With dark grey fur, long black hair, and a wicked grin, this guy simply screamed sinister. Fidget couldn't help but think that he was taking the whole "edgy look" a little too far. However there was a dark aura surrounding him that practically oozed with malevolence. It sent a chill down the nimbat's spine and told her that this guy was no joke.

"Who are you?! And how do you know my name?!" Fidget demanded to know.

"You may refer to me as Darklord Nefarious." the stranger introduced himself "And I know many things about you, in fact, I've had my eye on you for quite some time." he explained.

"Yeah, because that isn't creepy at all." Fidget replied sarcastically.

The bat chuckled a little "Joke while you still can, little nimbat. You won't be joking for much longer..." he stated ominously.

"J-Just so you know, I won't talk." Fidget said, trying to put on a brave face.

This drew another chuckle of amusement from the bat "Silly little nimbat, you aren't here to be interrogated."

"T-Then why am I here?" Fidget asked, not actually sure she wanted to know the answer.

"It's really quite simply, you're here to suffer for my amusement." Nefarious explained.

"W-What?" Fidget uttered. He couldn't have said what she thought he just said.

"You heard me. I'm going to slowly and painfully torture you to death for my enjoyment." Nefarious elaborated, his tone growing darker with each word.

Fidget's eyes grew wide and her fur stood on end at that statement. This psychopath was serious! He was going to kill her; Not for information; Not for power; No, he was doing it simply for his own sick pleasure. The very idea made Fidget's stomach twist into knots and she struggled to keep from gagging.

"I-I'm warning you, I know magic. Come one step closer, and you'll get a face full of Fidget's super secret shoop-de-woop technique." she threatened.

"Oh? Now that I'd like to see." Nefarious replied, taking a deliberate step forward.

Fidget may have been bluffing about having an ultimate attack, but she still intended to blast Nefarious with everything she had... Except it seemed she had nothing. Try as she might, she couldn't seem to gather the energy necessary for a magic attack.

"Hey! What gives?! My status doesn't say 'Silenced'." she cried indignantly.

Nefarious was amused by the nimbat's surprise "It's like I said, I know many things about you, including how to suppress your magic. You are completely powerless and at my mercy."

Panic began to well up in Fidget's chest as the full weight of her situation started to sink in.

"D-Dust will come for me, and when he does, you'll be sorry!" she resorted to threatening.

Another wicked laugh "Dust will never find you! For you see, we are not in Elysium anymore."

"What does that even mean?!" Fidget exclaimed, shocked for the second time "Just where the hell are we then?!"

The bat smirked devilishly "Precisely! Welcome to my own personal little circle of hell!" he proclaimed "A pocket dimension of sorts located between worlds, that only I can access. In this realm, I am god! So you see, your little friend cannot save you. In fact, no one is coming to save you. You are all mine."

This couldn't be real! It had to be some kind of horrible nightmare or sick joke. No one could be this depraved, could they?

"I know what you're thinking; 'This can't be real!'" Nefarious said in a mocking tone "Well you're about so find out just how real this is. The only question is, where should we start?" he pondered, perusing the wall of wicked instruments. He stopped in front of a set of branding irons "Oh I know, why don't we make your new role official?" he asked rhetorically, picking up an iron in the shape of the letter 'N'.

He stepped back over to Fidget, and held a claw below the iron, conjuring a flame to superheat the metal. After a few moments he dispelled the flame, leaving the iron glowing red hot. Fidget eyed the scalding brand fearfully, her entire body beginning to tremble in terror.

Nefarious looked between the brand and the nimbat, noticing the drastic difference in size "As fun as it would be to apply this as is, I fear it would kill you outright. And we wouldn't want that now, would we?" Fidget breathed a small sigh of relief, thinking that Nefarious may have changed his mind "But fortunately I know just how to solve that problem." Nefarious continued, cutting the nimbat's hopes short.

Dark energy surrounded Nefarious and he began to shrink until he was about the same size as Fidget. Flapping his own wings, he flew over to the chained nimbat.

"Ah, that's much better." Nefarious commented "Now our fun can continue as planned."

"Please, don't do this." Fidget begged, tears forming in her eyes.

But she knew that it was a futile endeavor. She could see the glint of sadistic glee in his eyes as he prepared to scar her irreversibly.

"You should feel honored you know." he said "Out of all the cute and adorable critters I could have chosen to torture, you were my first." he explained, like it was somehow supposed to make her feel better.

Without another moments hesitation, he drove the brand into her thigh. The hiss of burning flesh and smell of singed fur filled the air. Fidget threw her head back in a breathless scream, the pain so intense she could hardly comprehend its magnitude. After a few moments of this torture though, he mind caught up and she found her voice. She cried out in excruciating agony, tears streaking down her face as her flesh burned and blistered against the scalding hot brand. Her body writhed and thrashed in her bonds, trying to escape the source of burning agony. But Nefarious kept the brand held firmly in place against her, and her struggles only served to dig her shackles further into her wrists, drawing blood that began to seep down her arms.

Nefarious dragged out the process for longer than necessary, enjoying the nimbat's anguished struggles. Finally he pulled the scalding hot metal away, leaving the skin horribly blistered and scarred. The immediate flaring pain was gone, but it left a terrible burning sting in its wake. Fidget sobbed and choked down air as she recovered from the horrible ordeal.

"With this brand, you are forever scarred as mine." Nefarious proclaimed "Even if by some miracle you were to escape here, you will always bare my mark."

"You-You're a monster." Fidget choked out weakly.

"Why thank you, but you haven't seen anything yet." Nefarious stated ominously "The fun is only just beginning."

He dropped the brand to the ground, satisfied with his work. He reached his claw towards the wall, beckoning another instrument to his grasp. Fidget watched with fearful eyes, wondering which of the many devious implements the bat would choose next. Would it be a dagger? A club? Her imagination ran wild with horrible possibilities. But in the end, it was a simple whip that was selected. A dark aura surrounded the tool, carrying towards Nefarious, all the while applying the same shrinking enchantment so that it could fit in his palm.

He began to look over the instrument with wonder "Such a lovely little device, don't you think?" he mused "So simple in its design, yet capable of inflicting such magnificent pain. It truly is a work of art. But I really don't think words alone can do it justice. It's something you really have to experience first hand to truly appreciate." he gave the nimbat a sadist grin before drawing his claw back, preparing to strike.

Fidget's body tensed up in anticipation for the impending onslaught, but nothing could have prepared her for the agony that followed. She yelped in anguish and arched her back as the whip cracked against her navel. Stars danced in her vision as white hot pain shot up her spine. She sucked down breath fulls of air, trying to cope with the flaring new pain on her stomach. She looked down to find that a rather large angry welt had formed at the point of impact. The skin throbbed unhappily, sending out small waves of pain with each pulse. She grit her teeth and hissed as she waited for the sting to fade, but just as the pain was becoming bearable again, the whip snapped against her flesh once more...

The chamber was filled with the sounds of cracking whips, cries of anguish, and maniacal laughter. Time lost all meaning as Nefarious delivered countless lashes to the helpless nimbat. Each blow felt more painful than the last, some simply striking her flesh and leaving welts, while others lashed across her skin, drawing blood. After what felt like hours of continuous torture, Nefarious finally brought things to a crescendo by striking the whip directly across the still sensitive skin of Fidget's brand. The poor nimbat nearly blacked out as her body was wracked with a pain so intense, she couldn't even find the strength to scream.

Nefarious returned to normal size, dropping the whip to signal the end of their session, and taking a moment to admire his handiwork. The poor nimbat was covered from chest to toe in wicked lashes. Her once pristine fur was now soaked with blood oozing from the various wounds across her body. Her cheeks were stained with tears, and her entire body trembled with agony. It was truly a beautiful sight to the twisted sadist.

"I think that's enough for now." Nefarious said to Fidget's relief "I don't want you to keel over just yet. Not when there's still so much more delicious agony to extract from you."

Fidget's relief was instantly replaced with dread. The thought of enduring that kind of pain again... it was... is was... of dear gods no! "P-Please... you can't... I'll die..." she begged weakly.

"You'd be surprised just how much punishment the body can survive, especially the body of a mystical creature such as yourself. I'm sure you'll be able to endure a great deal more torment before your body finally gives out. And that amount will be even greater once you've had a little rest. Speaking of which, your arms look awfully tired. I bet you would love something to sit on." Nefarious offered.

It may have been true that Fidget would give almost anything for a chance to rest her arms, but by now she knew better than to trust anything that the vile bat offered her. So she remained silent, trying her best to give Nefarious the stink eye.

"Oh but I insist." Nefarious replied.

Using his magic, he levitated over a wooden horse. It was a simple one, consisting of just a standard triangle, except the top was adorned with a metal tip, creating an extra sharp corner. He placed the device between Figdet's legs, adjusting its height so that it was in just the perfect position to relieve stress from her wrists. However the stress was now placed upon her crotch instead; Her body weight pressing her loins down onto the cold sharp metal edge. She squirmed around uncomfortably, but had no way of escaping the torturous position.

"Enjoy your rest. I look forward to having even more fun with you tomorrow." Nefarious foreshadowed before exiting through the door he had originally entered from.

Despite her relief that the wicked bat was finally gone, she couldn't truly enjoy his absence. The predicament Nefarious had left her in, made it nearly impossible to rest. Her body weighed upon the corner of the torture device, driving the cold metal painfully into her crotch. As time went on, her discomfort only increased, until eventually it became an unbearable splitting ache. But there was only one way to relieve the pressure from her loins, and that was to pull up with her wrists, causing the sharp metal cuffs to dig painfully into her skin. This drove her into a vicious cycle, forcing herself to endure one pain until it was too much to bear. Then she would swap to the other, allowing one side to rest, but starting the other's torment anew. She managed to keep this up for a couple of hours, but slowly the cycle became unbalance. It took more energy to pull up her wrists than to simply allow gravity to rest her on the wooden horse. Eventually she no longer had the strength to lift herself up, leaving her unable to relieve the awful pain in her crotch. The poor nimbat wallowed in misery for countless hours until her exhaustion finally outweighed her pain, allowing her to mercifully pass into dreamless sleep...

"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey." That vile voice rang in her ears.

Fidget groaned as she was pulled from wondrous slumber back into painful reality. Her eyes fluttered open to find Nefarious literally holding a plate of eggs and bacon just inches from her face. The wonderful smell wafted across her nose, making her stomach growl with hunger. Without thinking, she leaned forward, desperate to get at the sustenance presented to her. She even pulled painfully against her restraints, so eager was she to fill her empty belly. But no matter how hard she tried, the plate remained just out of reach.

"Silly nimbat, you didn't actually think this food was yours, did you?" Nefarious taunted her, removing the plate from her face "Starvation and dehydration are just another part of your experience here."

Nefarious began to devour the meal in front of the starving nimbat. Cruelly filling his belly, while Fidget's own stomach growled and groaned with hunger. With a satisfied sigh, he tossed the plate aside, turning his gaze back to his prisoner with a wicked grin, stray bits of food still stuck in his teeth.

That seemed to be the last straw for the poor nimbat "You- You sick freak! What the hell is wrong with you?!" she lashed out, venting her pain and frustration.

"What's wrong is that I am not satisfied yet. You haven't suffered nearly enough to satiate my bloodlust." Nefarious answered darkly.

Fidget's eyes grew wide in horror "W-What do you mean?" She uttered, finding it hard to believe that there could be anything worse than the hell she had already been put through "What more could you possible want from me?!" she sobbed.

"You think you know pain? Yesterday was only a warm up. Today the real fun begins." he said wickedly.

The wooden horse was suddenly and swiftly ripped out from under Fidget, the friction nearly causing the metal to slice into her. As if that wasn't bad enough, the sudden drop applied a jolt of pressure to her wrists, causing the cuffs to cut into her skin once again. She yelped as even these small surges of pain were still agony to her tired and abused body.

Nefarious chuckled at the nimbat's reaction "Yes, today I am going to bleed the life out of you." he stated darkly.

He walked over towards the torture device wall, where he picked up a rather nasty looking dagger before strolling back towards the helpless nimbat. Fidget watched the blade with wide fearful eyes. It was covered in wicked curves and tips which looked sharp enough to carve through stone. Nefarious held the weapon so close to her face that she could see her own terrified reflection in its polished surface.

"Such a thing would do the job rather effectively..." the bat commented, looking over the pristine tool "But..." he interjected, suddenly tossing the dagger aside "There is something far more intimate about using one's own natural instruments." he explained, now brandishing his immaculately sharpened claws "Yes, there's nothing quite like parting flesh with your own hands, feeling your victim's blood run between your fingers. It's intoxicating!"

Fidget listened on in horror as Nefarious described the heinous act like it was a thing of beauty. Every time she thought this freak couldn't get anymore twisted, he somehow managed to find some way to prove her wrong. And here she was, at this psycho's mercy, completely powerless and unable to defend herself against his vile machinations.

Not wanting to eviscerate her with a single strike, Nefarious once again shrunk himself down to her size. He flew in close, and gently stroked her soft cheek a couple of times. The poor nimbat seemed to be positively petrified with fear. Nefarious could hear her pitiful whimpers, and see fresh tears already forming in the corner of her frightened eyes. He enjoyed drawing out his victim's apprehension, making them dread every moment of their existence. But eventually he stopped his steady stroking, and placed the tip of his claw on her cheek.

He decided to start small, slowly raking his claw across her cheek with just enough pressure to cut into her skin. Small rivulets of blood seeped from the fresh wound, soaking her fur and Nefarious's claw. Once satisfied, Nefarious pulled his claw back, licking the small bit of blood from his digits with a moan of delight. Though disgusting, the act wasn't as painful as Fidget had expected. Sure the wound stung, but it was nothing compared to the other tortures she had endured. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad...

In a flash, Nefarious slashed his across her chest leaving a wicked gash in it's wake. The sharp pain left the nimbat frozen in shock as her mind tried to process this sudden change in events. Eventually she caught up though, crying out in agony and writhing within her bonds. She was wrong, so very wrong! This pain was unbearable; It cut into her like nothing she had ever felt before.

"Struggling only makes it worse, you know." Nefarious commented.

Fidget was in too much pain to hear Nefarious, let alone heed his advice. She continued to thrash about as she slowly adjusted to the rending pain. However she never got the chance as Nefarious moved in and raked a claw across her arm, drawing another scream of pain and renewing her struggles.

"Yes! Yes! Scream for me!" Nefarious cackled maniacally, going at her like a madman as he lost all control.

He delivered slash after slash to her helpless body. Her arms, her legs, her chest, none of these were safe from the bat's wrath. And just when it seemed like it couldn't get any worse, he suddenly closed in and embraced her, moving his claws around to tear into her back. Nefarious could feel her body trembling in agony as he cut into her tender flesh. He could feel her warm blood soaking into his fur as it oozed from her butchered body. He moved his muzzle to her cheek, lapping at the salty tears of her misery. It was an intimate moment of twisted ecstasy for the wicked sadist and he didn't want it to end. But then as suddenly as the embrace had come, it ended, and Nefarious seemed to have regained his composure.

"It seems I got a bit carried away." he commented "We don't want you to bleed out quite yet, do we?"

He held out his claw which became surrounded in a eerie red glow. The same glow began to emit from Fidget's wounds as Nefarious worked his magic. Any pain Fidget had felt before was magnified tenfold as a searing heat consumed all of her lacerations. It was like the brand all over again, only this time it was far worse. The smell of burning fur filled the chamber as Nefarious cruelly cauterized all the poor nimbat's wounds. Fidget wasn't sure how, but somehow she managed to make it through the entire ordeal without passing out; Though she wished she had."

"I see you managed to remain conscious." Nefarious commented "That's good, it means we can continue our little game."

"P-p-please... N-n-no... M-m-more..." Fidget's voice trembled as she begged the bat to stop.

"Awe, had enough already?" Nefarious replied with mock concern "But we're just getting started..."

The next couple of hours were a haze of pain and misery for the poor nimbat. Nefarious continued his cruel cycle of butchering her, then cauterizing her wounds. It was hell, plain and simple. There was no other way to describe the ordeal she was going through. Fidget screamed until her voice went hoarse, cried until her tear ducts ran dry, and thrashed until her muscles failed. Only then was she finally granted the mercy of passing out...

She had no idea how much time had passed in that heavenly abyss, but it was all too short. Her eye's weakly opened to find Nefarious staring at her with a devious grin.

"Did you sleep well my little nimbat?" he asked casually "You dozed off before we could finish our little game. But I didn't want you to miss out on your parting gift for the evening, so I decided to stick around so I could give it to you."

Fidget nervously eyed the wooden horse from last night, still not far from her.

"Oh not that again." Nefarious assured her "This time I was thinking of giving you a companion, someone to keep you company through the night."

His claw reached out and a jar from the instruments wall floated to him. The jar was opaque, so Fidget couldn't see what kind of horrors it contained, but whatever it was, she was sure it wouldn't be good. Nefarious removed the lid, sticking his claw inside and rummaged around for a bit before finally pulling it back out. Pinched between his digits was a slimy black worm-like creature slithering and squirming within his grasp. The mere sight of the disgusting little thing gave Fidget the creeps.

"This is a void leech, named for its seemingly boundless hunger. They are known to glut themselves until their host actually dies from blood loss. I'm sure you two will grow quite attached." Nefarious chuckled a little.

"Ewww! Keep that thing away from me!" Fidget protested, thrashing around in her bonds in a desperate attempt at escape.

Nefarious was actually mildly impressed by the nimbat's stamina "Still have some fight left in you I see. Well this little guy will change that."

Fidget suddenly found her body caught in a dark aura, completely immobilizing her as Nefarious dangled the leech right in front of her heart. Sensing warmth before it, the leech's maw yawned out, wriggling around as it searched for its potential meal. With Nefarious's guidance it didn't take long for the parasite to find its marks, sinking its tiny teeth into the nimbat's vulnerable chest. The reaction was immediate, the leech began to ripple and pulse as it started suckling the wound like a babe from a mother's teat; Only instead of milk, the parasite was nursing on the nimbat's blood.

Nefarious released his magic, allowing Figdet to resume her struggling, only this time is was in an attempt to dislodge the disgusting little parasite. But try as she might, the leech's maw remained firmly attached to her chest, leisurely feasting on her vital fluids. Eventually exhaustion and pain won out, causing her struggles to die down.

"Can you feel it?" Nefarious inquired wickedly "Can you feel your very life force draining away?"

Fidget only replied with a defeated groan. Truth be told, she couldn't feel anything like that at the moment, so overshadowed was she by the immense pain already wracking her body. But she knew the little sucker was there, gorging itself on her life blood, sapping her strength and vitality. It would only be a matter of time before her weakened body began to feel the effects of the parasite's feeding.

"Well, I'll leave you two to get better acquainted. Don't have too much fun while I'm gone though, I still have one more surprise in store for you..." Nefarious stated ominously before taking his leave, once again leaving the poor nimbat to languish in misery.

The dungeon fell silent, save for Fidget's groans of pain, and the barely audible suckling of the void leech on her chest. Her head hung low, giving her a perfect view of the little monster. She could swear that she saw the disgusting little bugger grow slightly plumper with each ripple of its slimy body. Whereas the rest of her wounds had stopped bleeding, this sucker was relentless, gulping down ounce after ounce of what precious little blood she had left. As she had suspected, it didn't take long for her to feel the effects of blood loss. She felt cold, woozy, and weaker than ever. Was this how she was going to die? As food for some bottom feeding leech?

Why was this happening to her? What had she done to deserve such a cruel fate? Sure she had been a little mischievous in life, but nothing to warrant this kind of punishment. Fresh tears of sorrow rolled down her cheeks. She missed Elysium, she missed her family, but most of all she missed Dust. The thought of never seeing him again was almost as painful as Nefarious's torture... almost. Her mind began to grow hazy, overcome with exhaustion from constant pain and loss of blood. But rather than losing consciousness, her thoughts simply grew more distant. As her strength was sapped, her spirit grew weaker and weaker, slowly surrendering as she lost the will to fight. In only a couple of hours, she was a mere shell of her former self, a broken vessel filled with pain and suffering. And the night was only just beginning...

Another morning, another opportunity to torment his new toy. Nefarious grinned to himself as he thought about what he had in store for Fidget. His final surprise would make everything up to this point seem like paradise to the unsuspecting nimbat. He threw open the door to his dungeon in a dramatic fashion, prepared to reveal his grand plan to the no doubt ailing nimbat. But he was forced to pause as he found that Fidget was in far worse shape than he had anticipated.

Her eyes were dull and listless, and she gazed forward with a hundred meter stare. At first Nefarious feared he had overdone it, killing his victim before he had a chance to fully enjoy her suffering. But as he drew closer, he could see her chest rising and falling, indicating the poor nimbat was still alive, if just barely. Her breathing had become shaky and labored, like each breath was an agonizing ordeal. Nefarious turned his attention to the leech, still happily sucking away at the nimbat's chest. The greedy little parasite had grown quite a bit plumper, almost tripling in size, and the effects of its feeding were beginning to show. Beneath Fidget's fur, her skin had grown pale and clammy. Her features had become slightly gaunt, and her entire body trembled with weakness from the loss of blood. And still the leech continued to glut itself on her life force, determined to suck its hapless victim dry.

Nefarious was relieved to see that the nimbat yet lived. Of course he would be forced to accelerate his plans due to her rapidly deteriorating condition, but he could work with that. He gently lifted her chin with his claw, looking straight into her glazed eyes.

"Oh you poor thing." he said with mock concern "Do you want the pain to stop?"

She barely acknowledged his presence. With her mind lost in a sea of agony, she hardly even register the question. But her head began to nod weakly in response, baring the deepest desire of her broken spirit.

Nefarious chuckled wickedly at her reaction "I thought so. You're probably wishing for death right now, hoping that it will bring an end to your torment. Well I have news for you... Death will only be the beginning of your suffering." There was a noticeable hitch in Fidget's breathing at that statement "Remember, in this realm, I am your god. And when you die, your tortured soul will belong to me. I'm going to devour it, trapping you within me, where you will suffer for all eternity." He could see Fidget's breathing hasten with each word that he spoke, her small chest heaving frantically as panic set in. "Oh but don't worry, you won't be alone; After all, misery loves company. Once I consume my next victim, their soul will join with yours adding their pain to your own." Fresh tears ran from the nimbat's eyes as Nefarious described her cruel fate in excruciating detail "That's right, not only will your pain be everlasting, it will be ever growing. It will be worse than any hell you can possibly imagine, and there will be... no... escape!" Nefarious punctuated the last few words, driving them into the poor nimbat like a stake through the heart.

In fact, Nefarious could see that Fidget's breathing had become irregular and her body had begun to spasm and twitch. He knew these signs all too well, she was going into cardiac arrest, her poor little heart no longer able to bear the strain place on it. Nefarious chortled as he watched the nimbat writhe in the throes of death, her already pitiful struggles growing weaker by the second as the last of her life slowly drained out of her. Nefarious reveled in her suffering, savoring every moment of the nimbat's excruciating demise. He loved the way her face twisted in pain and her body trembled in agony. It was a shame it couldn't last longer, but with her body already on the brink of failure, she didn't have much time left.

Finally her breathing began to slow, and her body fell slack, no longer possessing the strength to even shake. As she drew her last breath, her eyes grew wide, staring into the face of her tormenter and killer. Nefarious adored that look; The pain; The terror of death; The absolute desperation in her gaze, pleading for him to save her. But he just smiled back, drinking in her last few moments of suffering as he watched the light fade from her eyes.

A moment of silence fell over the chamber. The rattling of chains, the cries of pain, it had all ceased. There was an almost peaceful air about the dungeon, now that its sole occupant was finally free from her torment... Or was she. Nefarious grinned wickedly as he knew it wasn't over, and eagerly awaited what would happen next. Surely enough, after a few moments, a light glow formed around Fidget's body and an orange ghostly visage left her corpse. The specter tried to ascend upwards, but Nefarious was ready, and quick to react. He held out his claw, several dark tendrils shooting from the tips of his fingers to ensnare the fleeing spirit. The soul struggled desperately against the tentacles, but was no match for the shadowy bonds. The spirit was brought back to face Nefarious, who grinned at it with sadistic glee.

"And where do you think you're going, my little morsel?" he asked rhetorically "In case you've forgotten, you have a date with my stomach, where you will writhe in agony for the rest of eternity."

The spirit was visibly shaken by this, trembling violently within her binds.

"Oh, you didn't think I was making up all that stuff about consuming your soul, did you?" Nefarious smirked "Such naive hopefulness. It seems even in death I wasn't able to break you completely, or perhaps you are just that desperate to escape your fate." he mused "Either way, that foolish hope ends here. It's time to embrace your destiny, and suffer as you were always meant to. Goodbye my little nimbat, you have been a most entertaining victim. I hope the others bring me even half the amusement that you did."

Nefarious opened his jaw wide, allowing the spirit to see into the fleshy cavern of the bat's throat. She shook her head wildly as the tendril brought her towards the salivating maw. The tentacles did not heed her desires though, and soon the spirit felt her head enter the moist confines of the bat's mouth. Nefarious wasted no time in running his tongue all over the trapped soul, slathering her in saliva and taking in her flavor. Nefarious shivered in delight at her taste; Such exquisite misery. He could taste her fear, her pain, her sorrow; it was simply orgasmic. He proceeded to wolf down his delectable meal, pulling the helpless spirit down his throat in just a few powerful gulps.

Fidget's soul splashed down in a fetid pit of foul slop. The effect of the digestive juices was immediate, stinging and burning her spiritual form. The poor thing curled into a fetal position, trying to protect herself from the stinging acid. But it was no use, there was no escaping the awful fluid. It coated every part of her, wracking her with unyielding pain. But the worst part was, it never actually damaged her. It stung, it burned, but it didn't destroy. This is how she would spend the rest of her existence, trapped in this agonizing hell, writhing, suffering, and begging for an end to it... an end that would never come.

Nefarious let out a sigh of satisfaction, patting his belly with his claw. Although the spirit left no visible bulge, he knew she was in there. No doubt the poor nimbat was quickly discovering just what kind of cruel fate awaited her.

"Suffer well Fidget." he said almost lovingly "Don't worry, I'll send you some company soon."

A wicked grin grew on his face as he began to ponder that all important question. Who would his next victim be...?