I can feel the blood and bile crawling up my esophagus. I vomit and it hits the floor with a wet smack, the taste is putrid and it smells like warm trash. I shudder with disgust and dry heave until i'm exhausted. I close my eyes and breathe in quick bursts trying to keep the panic at bay. My eyes open, to afraid to keep them closed, I can see the filthy walls, stained with unknown substances. The room is dimly lit and their is long hall in front of me. Talk about cliche, I would totally laugh and call it all a dream if it didn't feel so real. I can hear the mice scurry on the cement ground and whip my head towards the noise. If I turn any further my head might pop of like a corkscrew. I moan in pain and rattle the chains holding me to the chair. The pain hits me like a speeding truck and I fall forward letting out a cry of agony.
"Does it hurt?" It asks. The voice is cold, motionless, void and for some reason I know it has no physical form. A chill cuts its way down my spine and I try not to cower in fear.
"You brought this upon yourself, you ungrateful brat. Worthless and broken, nowhere to turn and go, you gave up. You let yourself be captured by the devil himself and he has bestowed his wisdom. His vengeance is tight and strained ready to break free any moment," it spits out. I can feel something cold clamp around my throat. I choke on my spit as the cold feeling gets tighter around my throat. My eyes bounce around and I choke on my spit.
"But his word is absolute and you feeble humans worship him on your knees," it says angrily. I can feel my body slip away from me and blackness consumes my eye sight. "I was sent her to say, Welcome to Heaven," the voice cooed at me.
