Gone

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice trembling. "This place, it's not part of the real world. I don't know where it is, but I believe it's somewhere lower than hell. The ones that take us here, they're known as the retchers. They find our nightmares and put them all here. It's actual hell for the living."
"Why do they do it," tears streaming down my face by now. "Won't our family know where missing? Won't they come search for us?"
"No. I've been here for about 4 years or so. Time doesn't pass here. It's hell for eternity. All I can tell you is we have to survive. If we don't, we'll be gone forever."