A journey through the bowels of Hell
with The Devil as your guide.


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Screams. All I could hear were the screams of Charlotte. They were not defiant, but defeated wails of suffering. It was as if hope had been torn from her soul and ripped apart, then stuffed into her throat, gagging her. I couldn’t move. I must’ve been hit from behind as soon as we entered our apartment. I blinked the blood from my eyes. I was on the floor, sprawled out, legs twisted. My spine felt as if it had been shattered. Limp arms hung out in front of me, teasing me with how useless they were. I’d made a living fighting with those arms; they still looked strong, but they were dead.
I looked to where I could hear Charlotte. My beautiful wife was hanging from the wall by two metal spikes, driven through each shoulder. She was bruised and beaten, now just sobbing. Red spit hung from her bottom lip, dribbling down past her feet to the ground. How she was still conscious I had no idea. Blood dripped from between her legs. She had been raped, her humanity stolen from her by some vile creature. What monster had done this to the woman I love?
She stopped crying and looked up, right into my eyes, glassy with tears.
“I love you,” she whispered, weakly.
With that, a fist came out from the side of my vision and punched her in the face, crunching her fragile bones back into her brain with a sickening crack. She was dead.
I didn’t even yell. I was silent. Bloody tears rolled from my eyes, the rage bubbling inside me.
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