Behind Closed Doors

All these years

M he has an amused smirk right upon his face. "Well, boy, as many as you want, but to move on you only have to torture one". One? But.. I don't want to torture any.. I also have to think of myself, I have to get to the last layer because maybe I can find a way out.. "Don't even try it boy", he says butchers knife suddenly appearing, what seems like mid air. "Try what"? I ask nervously... "Don't even bother, trying to make it to the ninth.. It's impossible, for Satan himself, stands at the end of the eighth". I gulp, and feel myself begin to sweat, he can read my mind.. "Yes I can I'm a demon genius, it comes with the job". He say shrugging off my question. "So.. I'll do whatever you want me to do.. Just please answer this one last question". He smiles, and sits on the 'table' that I'm laying on. "Yes"? "Dad, why are you here.. in Hell, dead torturing me.. your own son"? "Because when I left your Mother for Sarah, she shot me on my way out the door, and because I committed adultery, I got sent here, and I gave in before they had the chance to begin torturing me. And all the wimps here, transform into demons, and torture their loved ones forever". He says, letting out a breathe of what I thought was relief. Then he shakes it off, and puts on a big creepy smile for me, and clears his throat. "So your decision"? "I'm going to torture someone.. but please.. I.. I.. I don't want to know them.. please". He nods understandingly, and snaps his fingers, and he's now the one chained to the table. And I'm the one holding the knife