Madison rose from the bed like a cat, stalking toward Astaroth on her tiptoes. She gently took the dagger from the Lord's hand and traced a thin line across her own wrist. The moment her blood hit the floor, tiny sparks of flame erupted.
"Oh, Asti," Madison whispered, pressing the tip of the dagger against his marble-hard chest. "Physical pain is so passé. I've prepared a much more modern form of torture for you."
She pulled her phone from a pocket (or perhaps summoned it from a chaotic dimension) and held it before Astaroth's eyes.
"Look!" Madison smirked. "This is Tyler's latest story on Earth. Every second we spend in your magnificent sealed room, Tyler is back home having a 'Why is there no salt in my pasta?' fight with Tiffany. And I'm going to make you watch this fight on a 10x speed loop, with EDM music in the background, forever!"
Astaroth's jaw tightened. "Madison... This is a war crime. That woman's voice is making my ears bleed!"
