As he caressed his throne and regaled himself in the tormented screams of agonised players at their repeated failure to conquer his various trials, Belladonna could see the wood of his throne shift.
The surface shimmered, as the image of thousands of screaming, shadowy figures flowed across the legs of the throne. They clawed at the surface from the inside, their hollow eyes desperately pleading for salvation from Belladonna.
She stumbled back, as much as she could within the prison of light, as her heart started to thunder in her chest. The screams of horror and despair echoed in her mind, overwhelming her own thoughts until it was all she could hear.
She clenched her eyes closed and clawed at her head, trying to get them out, until they started to feel... good. A strange, feeling of pleasure flowed through her body, relaxing her as a satisfied smile brushed across her lips.
