Only as the door to the room closed,silence made a comeback.Not for long as Olivia whispered into the quiet. "Damn, I loveintroducing a rebel-"* * * *...* * * * * *Kristen still fumed. For hours he had been imprisoned in some transport.Steadily moving towards an uncertain future. To be reprogrammed assomeone's bed pet. No, he wouldn't give them the satisfaction. He wouldfight it with everything he got-A sudden lurch of the vehicle made Kristen bounce. The curse on histongue died as a second. With that new body, you really should, sweetie. Now, let me pose before the sun sets."I clicked god only knows how many times as she posed/contorted her body to look sexy. When she was done with that one lingerie set, she changed into a red number that was just as alluring. Another group of clicks and on to a white set that looked more like a bridal one than anything else. I could feel my heart pounding as I took her pictures wondering how I would look wearing them.When she finished, I handed. The guard on duty there was not as startled as those last night had been.There were still clouds over the vast area north of the walls and the defenses of Frankfurt this morning, but in their muted light, we could still easily see where the fires last night had consumed the enemy's equipment and supplies. There was still some thin smoke rising from the areas on the second row of trenches where the timber supplies had been. There were only a few people visible, and they appeared to be searching. What he actually did was to tell me to go through a gilded doorway. Once I crossed the threshold, I was on a slide that rapidly carried me down to Hell. Man was that a scary ride.My first century in Hell was spent as one of the Tormented. Toward the end of that period, I mentioned a way to increase the number of souls Saint Peter sent down the ‘Slippery Slide to Hell’. My idea was tried and it worked. My reward was to be elevated to the position of Tormentor, Third Class.During the next two.