Welcome to pain- Part 2

As the previous King pleaded with the stranger who was sitting on the throne, with a look on his face that said he had control over this place, Vladimir in return stared at Laurence who seemed nothing but a weakling. 

"What is your name?" questioned Vladimir. 

Laurence looked startled and slightly confused at the question. Not because he was surprised that someone was asking what his name was, but because he didn't remember what his name was. He tried hard to remember it, but he couldn't. Even an hour of torture in Hell felt like years, and the previous King of Devon had spent around two decades here that felt like eternity, where he had forgotten his name.

Vladimir rolled his eyes again. Only a weakling would forget such a simple thing. "Forget it. Your name is Useless. Do you know why you are here? Away from being punished?"