Going to Hell

Thriller Stories | Apr 30, 2012 | 4 min read
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Going to Hell

When I wake up, a pounding headache throbs in my head. Than all of a sudden, I remember everything. The drinking, the car crash. Realization hits me. I'm dead.

I look around me for the first time, taking in my surroundings. I am in a large cave. It is dark except for an eerie light far away. I decide to walk toward it. As I stand, my headache worsens but I keep walking. Slowly but surely I walk to the pale light, glowing brighter with each step. I walk into another cave and I am almost blinded by the bright orange light.

My eyes adjust slowly. I see a man. He is standing in the middle of the cave. His back is towards me.

He sighs and says, "You shouldn't have done those things you know."

"W..What?" I manage to say.

He looks at me, revealing his face. It's horrifying. The skin is charred, a terrible fleshy part right by his eye is bright pink, the rest is charred black. He smells of burning flesh as he approaches me, wearing a strange, ancient looking robe and sandals. He looks me dead in the eye.

"You don't remember much, do you?" he says, looking very evil.

"Um well, I remember drinking and I think a car crash...?"  My head starts to pound again trying to think.

"You don't remember the raping, the abduction, the murder?" the man says, laughing  a bit evilly.

My stomach twists and turns. I did all those things? How come I don't remember?

"Wow you must have hit your head pretty hard to forget all those things," he sighs, "Well I am here to make up for all those lives lost." He smiles, revealing grotesque teeth.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" I say. My head is spinning with confusion. This man seems familiar...

"I am here to avenge all those little innocent girls you destroyed. And I am going to do it slowly and painfully." he smiles again.

Suddenly I realize who this terrifying man is... he is the devil. I was sent here for doing wrong in my life. And now I am going to pay.

"P..Please! I'm sorry! I didn't realize what I was doing!" I go down on my knees, begging this an for forgiveness.

"It's too late for that," he snarled. "I am going to make you suffer."

"No! NOO!" I scream as he pulls me across the cave to a long table surrounded by terrifying evil torture instruments.

He straps me to the table harshly, making me yelp with pain as he pulls the hand strap too tight, cutting off my circulation. He does the same to my feet. Than he pulls of my socks and shoes, leaving me barefoot and feeling vulnerable. He goes the table looking for just the right instrument to dissect me with.

I try to wiggle free of my restraints but it is no use. I plead with him again, "I'm sorry! Forgive me! I will do anything! ANYTHING!"

"Shut up." he says meanly, punching me in the stomach for good measure. I gasp, wheezing for air. He laughs.

He crosses the room again, finally choosing a horrible carrot peeler looking object. He takes it and peels away at my foot skin until they are both just muscle and blood. I feel like I will pass out just by the sight of them.

He laughs at my expression. He goes back to the torture-devise- wall and gets a small pair of scissors and a saw.

He smiles at me, gestures to the saw and says, "That's for later." I swallow hard. "Oh and don't think you will get lucky and pass out; you are already dead so you will get to feel all of this." he says menacingly.

He takes the scissors and cuts the muscle from my foot. He puts them into a jar and continues to the other foot. Right now, I am wishing that I'm dead.

"Just end it!" I urge. "Please just end this!"

"You deserve all of this." he snarls.

After my feet were just bones, he took the saw and cut the bones into little pieces. Than he did the same process to my hands and arms, slowly and painfully dissecting them and saving the remains.

Than he took a knife from the wall and cut my chest open. He opened my heart and drank the fluids that came out of them. He licked his lips afterward, obviously enjoying every minute of this. He put the heart of the heart in the jar with the muscles, saving them for a little snack later.

Next he moves to my face, the only part of me still in tact. He goes to the wall and gets a spoon and the scissors. He scoops out my eye, causing me to scream hysterically. Than he cuts the tendon that connects my eye to my socket. He does the same to my other eye, than he replaces them with black marbles.

"Love the new eyes!" he says joyfully. "They really sparkle!"

He cuts off my tongue. Than he covers my face in some sort of flammable liquid and sets it on fire. I try to scream, but my tongue is cut off. I try to wipe off some of the flames, but my hands are gone. All I can do it is sit there while the flames eat up my flesh.

"There! All done! Now you can go join the other slaves of the Underworld, where your soul will be cursed forever."

I am a legit walking skeleton as I am pushed to a massive cliff with fire coming from the bottom.

"Have fun!" the devil says.

Than he pushes me down into the darkness.

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