Good Morning, Hell
The chasm went on forever, and in this endless pit, there was no inch of bare rock. Bodies writhed against the blood red stone, hands were bound by barbed wire and torsos hung from hooks on outcroppings. I still clutched the locket to my heart, both being the reason why I was brought here. His image was still crisp in my mind.
"My forbidden love," I thought to myself, "would never leave me."
I leaned against the cracked, marble railing of the balcony that overlooked the entire scene. I was on the top floor of a castle made completely out of black obsidian that gleamed in the flickering of the hell-fire. I heard someone approach from behind me and quickly whirled around. There, standing with shackles in his hands, was Crowley, the king of hell himself.
"You are a special one now, aren't you?" He said in mocking amusement.
"I'm sure that I'm not the first hunter you've dragged down here," I retorted back.
"Of course you're not, that would be implying that I am rather unsuccessful in manipulating you people, and you, standing here, proves that yet again, the demon always outwits the hunter."
"Well then, shackle me up! I'm ready for whatever torture beds you've prepared for me."
I hesitated for a moment. I thought to myself, "Was I really ready for this?" I heard stories from other hunters about a guy named Dean who visited hell, and they weren't pretty. My mind began racing about every single thing they could do to me. Crowley was one sick little fuck, and I wasn't ready to become his servant. I clutched the locket even harder, and Crowley sensed my panic.
"Well, lets get started then, shall we?" He came at me with the shackles and I quickly dodged and had my arms around his neck in a matter of moments. I heard a chuckle then an unbearable pain in my back. My arms just stopped working and I fell to the ground in a clump. A shirtless, ripped man, who had to be in his early thirties, pulled his knife from my spine and cleaned it off on his tattered pants. Crowley just stood there as if nothing happened, the only difference being a smug smirk on his face. I was still unable to move and my vision began to become blurry. I realized I was quickly bleeding out and started to panic. "What happens if I die in hell?" I thought to myself, "Is this nightmare going to be over this quickly?"
My vision became even more blurry and the world began to spin around me. There was no white light this time, just blackness. Everything faded to blackness.