I need be in hell for only a moment to know that I hate it to death.
I feel immense pain on my lower half. I look down to see a monster feasting on my legs and feet. It rips out my flesh, eating me, feasting on me. It goes on forever because as soon as it pulls away a chunk of my flesh the wound heals. It goes on forever, what seems like infinity of pain and anger. Like a food-chain that wasn’t going to ever stop.
I wish with all my heart to die, to leave this hell and stop the pain. God please take mercy on me? Kill me please!
I am in hell for at least a week before I can pull my eyes into focus and see what I’m eating. It is nappies, dirty sh*t stained nappies. Not very appetizing, that’s for sure. It feels like I’m trapped in a bubble, a bubble made of a murky substance that I’m drowning in. Outside my bubble of hatred I see my old friends dying, as if I’m watching their lives in fast forward. They mature and die, one at a time in the space of only a few minutes.
I’d give anything to leave this hell. Anything!
I start letting my mind wonder after I’m sure I’ve been in here for about a month. Was I evil on Earth? Hell yeah. Now I pay the prices. Karma is a b*tch. I want out.
I am eaten again for the three billionth time. Hell is boring. God turns up the heat on all sorts of things. He likes pissing me off.
I am a prisoner here in this hellhole. Someone help…please?
Trillions and trillions of years pass. I live many, many, many lifetimes. Then I live a trillion more. I spend so much time in this place I manage to free myself. Then I am trapped again. I kill all the creatures. I am no longer being eaten. My friends are gone. Forever.
I can’t escape this bubble, and the substance within it. I last 5 minutes before I die, die, and then get reborn. Something evil made a fire down here and I can’t put it out.
I’m in hell for such a long time I invent a time machine. Imagine the longest time you can think of. Times it by itself. I lived longer than that.
I escape hell. I am back with my dear mother, in her womb. It is a lot like hell in here. Hot and watery. I cannot move my limbs and can’t eat by myself. It is the umbilical cord.
I am in here so long I lose my memory of hell. How did I manage that??? I will never know.
All I know is that when I get out I am going to be very, very bad when I get out.
The End.
