Ashes // an intrulogical story

IV

Warnings: kink jokes, mentions of torture, sex, language, religious concepts, abusive relationships, nightmares

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Logan's POV

 I think I've finally found my hell. Yes, I'm literally in hell, but the way it works here is that each person has their own unique punishment based on what is most torturous for them. For many people, it's physical pain, slaps, punches, things like that. But of course, for some other people, that would just be enjoyable. So your experience in hell is unique depending on who you are and what your likes and dislikes are.  

 I was never able to figure out what my hell was. When I first got here, I honestly did;t even realize I was in hell. All I realized was that I had infinite knowledge at my fingertips and an incredibly sexy roommate who was completely fine with being shoved into a broom closet and fucked senseless at pretty much any time. It was amazing. 

 Eventually, I started to get bored because I had all the answers to everything. On Earth, all I wanted was to find the answers, but once I had them, I didn't have much to do. It was boring. That's when I finally realized I wasn't in heaven. But I still had my roommate, so it wasn't too bad. When the requirements changed and Patton got put in Heaven, I didn't have anything to do. 

 I honestly thought that's what my hell was since then. Eternal boredom. It wouldn't be a bad punishment for me. I'm the kind of person that always needs to be doing something, so putting me in a situation where there's not much to do forever is a pretty decent way to punish me for something. I was so wrong.

 It's been a few months since Remus got here. We've spent a lot of time together. He can't have either of the 'standard' versions of hell. Physical pain and constant insulting. They both just make him horny. Most people have a strict schedule of what to do and when. Neither of us have that, so we just hang out in our room. We spend a lot of time talking to each other. I've noticed that he has a special charm to him. I love spending time with him. I love being with him. I love talking to him. I love him. I'm in love with him. That's my hell. I love him. And there's no way he feels the same way.

 One night I woke up in the middle of the night and saw him crying and shaking in his bed. He was still asleep, but there was clearly something wrong. I woke him up as gently as possible and he explained what had happened. When he was alive, he had an abusive boyfriend. This boyfriend would hit him and make comments about his appearance. He would never take no for answer in bed. Whenever Remus did something his boyfriend didn't like, he would get hurt. And because of it, Remus doesn't want to be in another relationship. I love him so much. But he isn't comfortable being in a relationship. And because I love him, I respect that. As much as I want to be with him, I'd rather just do what will make him most happy, and if being single makes him happy, single it is. 

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Words: 559

Published: 3/2/2021