When I open my eyes, all I see is death.
God.
I’ve ended up in Satan’s fire.
I groan in pain as I try to move, but my arms are locked in place, tied up to something.
Have I truly died and gone to hell?
I surely belong there after all the torture I’ve dished out and all the lives I’ve taken.
Is it supposed to hurt?
And why am I exhausted?
I blink a couple of times, but all it does is make me more nauseous.
Something doesn’t feel quite right.
I’m floating in and out of consciousness, struggling to even exist at all. But despite the pain and heat taking over my body, I still fight my way back.
Back to somewhere other than the fiery pits of hell.
And when I open my eyes once more, I’m in a room with white and black walls, and beneath me is a bed drenched in sweat. My sweat.
So I’m alive, after all.
But the pain … God, the fucking pain is the worst.
I move my arms, but they refuse to obey, so I turn my head to look. There are chains around my wrists.
“Wow, look. He’s awake.”
The voice rips through me like a knife, and I immediately turn to look where it’s coming from. There’s a door right in front of me.
And in it stands a man dressed in all black.
The gun in his hand sets me off.
Violence overpowers me, and I growl out loud with both pain and fury as I throw every inch of strength I have into breaking these chains that keep me down.
“Oh, shit!” the guard yells. “Call for backup. Code red.”
But their voices sound dull against the shrieks in my head. Something is tormenting me, telling me to fight, fight, fight!
So I roar out loud and push myself off the bed and stomp at the guards.
“Stop him!” one of them yells. “N—”
I grab him by the throat and lift him into the air with ease, squeezing tighter and tighter until his eyes begin to bleed.
“You motherfucker!” the other guard yells, and he comes at me with a knife.
I grasp his wrist and twist it until he drops it, then bang his head into the wall until it cracks, then drop him like a fly.
He falls to the floor, blood spilling from his ears, while his buddy struggles to even breathe.
“Beast. Let go,” he groans.