Pinhead- Arkady the Confessor

 Arkady stared at the doorway that had been the wall, aware that beside him the Boyar had started to scream and jibber and shake. His fear felt good. Hooks found his mouth, and as they ripped it wider over his teeth and jaw, he watched the two figures emerge. Behind them, the darkness hummed with pain and confusion and he felt it tingle in his every cell.
  “Have you found your tongue, Arkady, the Confessor?” The being was scarred on every inch of its damaged flesh, its strange clothing sewn through its skin, never to be removed. When it spoke, a scent of vanilla and putridness hung in the air. Arkady sucked it in, relishing it. His eyes widened as thick, black tongues erupted from his torn mouth as if tasting the creature’s breath, rippling as they did so like the snakes of the Medusa’s hair. More hooks embedded in the back of Arkady’s skull, leaving his mouth wide open forever, home for the swirling mass of meat that filled it.
  The Confessor. He rolled the words round in his mutilated mouth, letting all his tongues taste them. It felt right. It felt good.

-Hellbound Hearts, The Confessor's Tale