It was the last day of my mortal life. Satan gripped my leg ever-so smoothly. The heat radiated in circles from his palm. I could feel my life swindling away from me. I wanted to escape into the light, but I knew my fate was sealed. The small portal from Earth to Hell was coming to a close. I prayed to God, but I knew it was to late as he chuckled. I was doomed to spend my eternity in a disaster stress immediately filled my mind. My mouth dry as a bone I begged and pleaded for just a cup of water, but I would have settled for a mere drop of water. An evil fit of laughter could be heard as I fell into fire, my vision blurred I looked down to my hands noting that they weren't there. Satan's smile was gorgeous, stunningly beautiful he was certainly a beautiful sight, but I was petrified all the same. 

"What do we have here? Oh he's a writer!" Satan barked as he glanced into the fire.

I felt like he could see me. I couldn't see myself, but somehow I felt violated, raped and destroyed.