Bring Me Back..

Chapter four

I start taking commands from higher demons. I had to pleasure them. Make them happy. This was very difficult to do. When you did something wrong, you were beat. You were tortured with fire, and rocks, swords that they made by hand, or had slaves do it for them.

Slaves never talked to each other. They learned the hard way not to talk to anyone. And I learned today. I tried talking to another slave, who had a tattoo number on her wrist. She whispered back and told me not to talk to her or we would both pay for it. And what happened? We were both tortured. Thanks to me. I knew I wasn't liked, but now I know I have a new enemy..

They barely fed us. They starved us to where our bones were showing. They made us work hard in dungeons. Sometimes you would see a slave or two lying there lifeless. Can you really even die in hell?

You are monitored down here. People are being gathered to be taken to a different location. Is this what Hitler had running through his mind when he was the dictator of Germany? Was he really just speaking to Satan, and letting him take over his mind? This seemed exactly like the holocaust. But hells version.

You are not to speak to a higher ranking or you will be beaten. Yes, they rank you down here. And I'm the lowest ranking there is. Now I have to go, because they're going to take away my name, and put a label on my arm so I'm nothing but a number. Bye...