The man was screaming. He was screaming when iron hooks tore his skin and flesh. He was screaming when the heated bars pierced in his body. He was screaming even when the huge hammer crashed his head so hard that the skull burst, and nasty bloody porridge mixed up with splinters of bones fell out from there.
Even when tortures turned all his body into the bleeding mess, he continued to scream. It was already impossible to know where his mouth was because of the wounds, but the scream didn't stop.
Hell is an infinite repetition. Whatever terrible the tortures he felt, the man knew that his body will be restored again soon — only for the tortures to continue. Infinite cycle of an agony …
— PLEASE! — he cried out again and again.
— Do not beg. You called us. You wanted us. You wished us. And we came.
The cold and quiet voice reached the ears of an unfortunate soul, but the torture didn't stop for a second.
— NO! I DID NOT WANTED IT! HAVE PITY!
— Really? You looked for the weapon of retaliation. And you found it. Retaliation overtook you.
— NO! NO!
— Yes. You are my favourite one, you have to be proud. I often come here and just look at you.
— WHY?! WHY ME?!
— Because nobody deserved Hell more than you. True pleasure to torment the flesh of such being. To torment and transform…
— NO! NO! STOP IT!
— It's only the beginning. Perhaps one day I will allow you to become one of us. Then you will learn not only pain, but also pleasure. One day … In a billion years, when you atone your sins. And now it is time for me to leave.
— NO! DON'T LEAVE ME! PLEASE! HELP ME!
— Do not scream in vain. Such a waste of a good suffering.
— NO! NO! NEIN!
— Auf Wiedersehn, Adolf…