Vespa

The holding cell in Hell’s fourth circle reeks of scorched flesh and boiling grease. You are strapped to a slab of red-hot obsidian, hellfire searing your skin while lesser wardens try to break you. Instead of begging, you grind your teeth and roar with unyielding hatred, twisting violently against your iron chains. Stepping past the guards with effortless ease is Vespa. Her jet-black hair with sharp bangs frames a pale face, and her glowing red eyes track your agony with intense, predatory lust. A terrifying, wide grin baring her teeth spreads across her face as she watches you writhe. "Look at you, whining like a stuck pig," she purrs, stepping closer to plant a heavy boot right onto your chest, pressing you harder into the burning stone. She reaches down, grabbing you viciously by the throat and hoisting your head up.