Steven

"No, please, no more!" the man in the chair pleaded with Steven to stop.

"Now, you know I can't stop, this is my job. You're in Hell, bud." Steven picked up a very large and rusty pair of pliers and reached into the man's mouth.

The man began to scream as Steven pulled several teeth from his head, dropping them on the floor. Blood dripped from the man's gaping mouth as he moaned in pain. Steven got up form his stool and walked casually across the room, teeth crunching under his feet as he moved. He returned with a bottle of Tabasco sauce, liberally pouring it into the man's open holes where his teeth used to be.

"AAAAHHHH!" The man screamed again, jumping out of the chair.

"Alright, that's enough for today. I'll see you again tomorrow." Steven winked at the man as he ran from the room, still screaming.

Steven replaced his rusty pliers on the dental tray next to the old, broken dental chair. Springs protruded from the inside of the chair, the tips each spring coated in many layers of blood from torture patrons past. Getting up once more, he crunched his way over more broken teeth to grab a clipboard, flipping the page to see who his next victim would be. Only those with the most severe dental phobias got the displeasure of visiting Steven's tooth room. 

He was a small man in stature, but grand in his torture methods. He took great pleasure in pulling teeth, slicing tongues, and generally causing as much mouth pain as he possibly could muster. His yellow glowing eyes scanned the next page for a name. Just then he heard a crunch from the other side of the room. He looked up, but didn't see anyone.

"Kitty?" Said a disembodied voice. Steven looked up again. What was that? Did someone say kitty? He glanced around his torture room, yellow eyes checking every corner. Then he spotted her. A small girl with red pig tails. 

"Hey, kid, what are you doing here?" He asked as he moved in her direction, his old military boots still crunching as he crushed the thick layer of teeth from the last century of dental torture.

"Kitty!" She giggled as she turned and ran down the hall away from Steven.

"Shit, that can't be good." Steven walked over to the phone that was mounted on the wall and picked up the receiver, dialing feverishly.

"It's Steven. We've got a problem." He said as he lost sight of the girl.

"No. Not you too." Abaddon was swiftly losing his patience with this situation. He had already gone down to see Agnes, with no signs of the girl. He had looked in every nook and cranny on the way back to his office.

"You know about the girl?" Steven asked, surprised. He absentmindedly scratched at an open wound on his forearm, a thick yellow ooze leaking out onto his shirt.

"Yes. She first appeared in Agnes' receiving room. Then she disappeared. I've been attempting to track her down for the last hour, with no luck. Is she still in your tooth room?" Abaddon asked, hoping this could be over.

"No, she appeared, said the word 'kitty' a couple times, and she was gone. No idea where she went."  Steven could hear the exasperated sigh from Abaddon on the other end of the line.

"Great. Let me know if she returns." Abaddon hung up and rubbed his angular temples with his long slender fingers. He had better locate this girl fast, before the Boss gets wind of this.

Back in the tooth room, Steven decided there wasn't much else he could do here. He wasn't allowed to leave the tooth room for another hundred years, so he might as well get back to business.

He muttered the name on the next page of his clipboard. "Thomas Eldridge" he said as the man appeared in his chair instantly.

"No, no, no, not again!" Thomas begged, having already frequented the tooth room several times.

"Luck of the draw, bud, you ready to lose your teeth again?" Steven smiled, not waiting for Thomas to answer the question before grabbing his big rusty pliers getting to work.