As Jodie entered the window of the abandoned spooky prison, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. The windows were shattered, the walls were covered in graffiti, and the whole building seemed to emit an eerie aura. But Jodie was determined to explore and find a safe place to hide.

As she made her way through the dark and musty corridors, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The floors creaked under her feet and the air was thick with an ominous energy. But as she cautiously continued on, her curiosity got the best of her.

As she turned a corner, she found herself looking down a long hallway with cells lining the walls. The doors were rusted shut and the small windows were covered with thick grime. Jodie couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. But before she could turn back, she heard a loud creak and the floor beneath her gave way.

Jodie fell through the rotten floor and plunged about twenty feet. She hit her head on the hard ground and everything went black.

When she finally came to, she found herself in a dimly lit cell. As she tried to get up, she realized that she was chained to the wall. She could feel blood trickling down her face and she could taste the metal as it dribbled over her lips, the top part of her jumpsuit had been pulled down exposing her plump tits. Panic set in as she struggled to free herself. That's when she noticed that the chains were strangely hot to the touch. She couldn't explain it, but it felt like the chains were alive, pulsating with energy.

As she looked around, she noticed that the cell was covered in strange symbols and markings. She had a sinking feeling that she was not alone. And she was right.

Suddenly, a group of terrifying spirits appeared before her. Their eyes were dark and haunting, and Jodie could sense an overwhelming evil emanating from them. They began to taunt her, their voices echoing through the cell.

'Join us, Jodie,' they said. 'The devil wants to fuck you in your cunt, Jodie. Sluts get what they deserve in hell, Jodie. An eternity of sexual pain and torment.' Jodie's heart sank as she realized that she was not alone. These spirits were not here to help her, but to torture her with their perverse desires.

The spirits invaded her mind of her lifeless, crippled body being brutally fucked by a demonic entity, tearing at her flesh with its satanic hands. A sharp hook fell from the ceiling and swung violently into her asshole. The demon was laughing as he wanked his throbbing cock, ejaculating over her torment and suffering.

Jodie tried to block out their words, their voices piercing through her ears like nails on a blackboard, invading her mind, but they continued to torment her with their graphic descriptions of the hell that awaited her. 'John is with us in hell right now,' they said. 'He's got a dick in his slave ass, sucking on a demon's dick like a little fucking bitch. He sucks us off good, Jodie. We taught him well. Come join us and get gang fucked in the face and ass raped for eternity, Jodie. You dirty fucking whore.'

The spirits laughed and cackled, their voices becoming more and more menacing. Jodie felt a wave of fear wash over her like her hair was turning white from fright. She had always been rebellious, but she was not prepared for this kind of punishment. The thought of being trapped in hell, used and abused by these spirits, filled her with terror.

Jodie tried to scream, but no sound came out. She was paralyzed with fear and could only watch as the spirits closed in on her. They whispered in her ear, threatening her with unspeakable acts of torture and violence. It was then that she realized that these spirits fed off of sexual torture and violence. And they wanted her to be their next victim.

Just as the spirits were about to attack, Jodie managed to break free from the chains, as if they were intentionally opened by an unseen force. She ran as fast as she could, her heart pounding in her chest. But no matter where she turned, she couldn't seem to find a way out of the prison. It was as if the building itself was keeping her trapped.

Everywhere she looked she could see images of hellish looking horned monsters inflicting torture on helpless victims, their blood-curdling screams piercing Jodie's soul. Every door she opened, she was met with demons raping and torturing women, their twisted faces leering at her.

She tried to block out the gruesome scenes, but they seemed to follow her wherever she went. In one room, she saw a demon holding down a woman while another one raped her. In another, she saw a man being torn apart by demons with sharp claws. Jodie's heart raced as she frantically searched for an escape route.

But the worst part was the voice that seemed to be everywhere at once, whispering grotesque promises of violence and pain. 'You can run but you can't hide, Jodie. I'm going to enjoy sticking my burning fire poker into your asshole. I want to drink your sticky period, you fucking whore. Wu ha ha ha.'

But no matter how fast she ran or how many doors she opened, the terrors of this prison continued to torment her. She could hear their evil laughter and growls, calling out her name. 'You can run, but you can't hide, Jodie,' they taunted. 'We're going to enjoy every minute of torturing your pathetic, stinking, dirty little cunt.’

Jodie's breaths came out in short gasps as she struggled to keep moving. Her legs felt like they were about to give out on her. Suddenly, she heard a loud screech and felt hot breath on the back of her neck. She turned around to see a horned demon, its eyes glowing with pure malice. Jodie screamed in sheer terror at this foreboding hell hole.

'You're mine now, Jodie,' the demon hissed as it lunged for her. Jodie let out a blood-curdling scream and darted away. She could feel its claws grazing her skin and hear its demonic whispers in her ear, but she refused to give up.

Jodie's mind was in a state of panic as she desperately searched for an escape. The spirits continued to torment her, treating her like a filthy slut who loves cocks, cum, and ass-fucking. They revelled in her terror, feeding off her fear like vultures.

Desperate and terrified, Jodie found herself in a state of constant fear and paranoia. She couldn't tell what was real and what was a product of her mind. The spirits continued to torment her, appearing at every turn and invading her thoughts, but they never touched or captured her, it’s as if they were deliberately letting her roam free, feeding off her terror and anguish.

She found a room with a dirty mirror, she wiped down the mirror so she could inspect the wound on her head, believing the bang to the head could be the cause of this nightmare, but what she saw staring back at her haunted her. Jodie dropped to her knees in disbelief, still trying to process what the fuck was going on.

Days went by and Jodie was still trapped in the prison, taunted by the nightmarish energy that surrounded her, unable to escape. The building seemed to constantly change, its walls shifting and doors disappearing. In her darkest moments, Jodie wondered if she had died and was now stuck in some sort of limbo between the living and the dead.

And Jodie was right, her gut feeling told her to go back to the room where she fell into and hit her head, as she entered, there she was, her lifeless body with her neck snapped back in an unnatural position, and an old broken rusty boiler pipe pierced through the centre of her chest, Jodie broke down next to her own body, screaming in anguish, not believing what she was seeing, she had died and not even realised. And now she was trapped in this dark, sinister realm with these nightmarish creatures being raped and tortured for eternity.