Imps are generally seen as the lowest class of demon. As such, the greater demons tend to treat them horribly, either subjecting them to torture and abuse for their amusement, or simply keeping them as slaves.

Some imps are crafty however. Many have escaped and live in isolation, forming small societies within caverns or deep holes. Some have even found ways to breach onto the surface world. Olga was one such imp, sick of living in fear in a small hole in the side of a cliff.

After a good amount of time on the surface, it turned out she actually liked it. But she encountered an issue. She couldn't remain up there forever, her health was beginning to deteriorate a little, due to the lack of Hellish atmosphere. Luckily, she could rectify that by bring a few Hellflowers and growing them herself. The soil on the surface will be more than enough, and the volcano she had set up shop in had more than enough lava for her needs.

She would have to be quick. Going back into Hell was extremely dangerous. She reeked of the surface world, and any demon would immediately tell she had escaped. She had received plenty of stealth training and had plenty of her own combat techniques, should it come down to it.

Things seemed relatively easy. The Hellflower was an easy grab, all she had to do was leave...

She woke up, arms chained above her head, feet in stocks. Surrounding her was plenty of other restraining devices and plenty of different torture implements, and in front of her were two demons. Turns out the Hellflowers she took weren't naturally growing, but were part of a farm patch that belonged to both of these demons.

And they weren't happy.

There's no telling how long the poor imp will be trapped here, when her next chance to escape will be, if there ever will be one. She was expecting pain, and a lot of it...but given her pose and the fact that one of them was holding a feather...

She would rather suffer years of excruciating pain than take what was coming. But the demons knew that.

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Hey boys and girls, colored day 16, make things even darker than they were originally. Hope ya enjoy it!

Olga belongs to me! No, not you, me. Don't steal her or I'll be very cross.