It was over three hundred years ago when Banshee first ran across the hellish home as a twelve-year-old girl. She was the daughter of an infamous mistress in the local red light district. The mother's name was Madam Puss, for obvious reasons. It was said that she had slept with over one hundred different men, along half that amount with other women. She was an avid zoophile and loved all sorts of animal genitalia.

Banshee was named after all the screaming she had made when she was raped at only four years

old. Her mother had made over one-million that day in that lolicon fueled orgy. The poor girl had the sad misfortune to be able to carry a child at five-years-old. She had at least one child every nine months until had left home. She had done this to not be knocked again by those she deemed to be evil. Her babies were sold off the pedophiles to be raped at birth.

Banshee spoke, "Fuck me! I won't take part in a world that cums in all my holes day and night. Dammit, I can do it anymore! I have taken a knife with me in my stocking to protect myself. Why not just end it all and see if there is a heaven or hell! I don't care which since hell can't be fucking worse than this!"

She slit both of her wrists and sliced her throat.

Banshee spoke, "Great Shadow take me! I will be the ritual whore for your religion any day."

She then past off into the unknown of the afterlife. Banshee hoped that this would be the end to her suffering.

Banshee awoke to find herself in a strange house that looked as if it was from another place and

another time. She was laying on her back with a thick layer of wrapping around her neck and hands.

She spoke, "Where the hell am I?"

A feminine voice softly spoke, "You're at the great hell house of the Misty swamp."

The girl looked for the source of the voice and found it in the form of a middle age woman wrapped in an elaborate dress from a century ago. She was still drop dead gorgeous, yet held turmoils in her appearance.

Banshee spoke, "Who the fuck you are, bitch?"

The old woman laughed with a cloth fan held to her face.

“That is a hell of a way to talk about the person who saved your life.

Banshee had blood spilling down her chin when her savior ran over to her aid.

"Crazy girl, is that troubled that you see no hope besides the grave?"

The woman put a cloth gag in her mouth and tied it to her head. Luckily, the caretaker thought ahead to tie all of Banshee's limbs to the bedposts.

The woman spoke, "Abigail will give something to calm to your nerves."

Within five minutes, the young girl was out laying in her own waste. The constant fucking that

Banshee had suffered had robbed her of her continence. Once Abigail was sure that the girl was out, she cleans up her and the bed.

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The next day Banshee refused to eat or drink anything despite all of Abigail’s attempts.

Abigail spoke, "I can't heal the scars in your heart, but I can make your body whole again if you would let me. Please, stay alive until I can heal your flesh, as she should make the decision to end your life once you are in your right mind. If you still want to do it then, I will kill you myself!"

Banshee cried for the first time in years.