"Help me! Please! Somebody help!" James screamed as the hooks pierced through his flesh like hooking a fish.
Fire burned and you could hear others scream and beg for their lives but no one came to their rescue. Hellhounds were on the prowl, tearing souls and dragging them to their fiery hell. James stayed on the hooks until someone took him down.
James's throat was soar from screaming, blood stained his clothes from where he was snagged. When he was let down, a bag was placed over his face and his hands tied behind his back. Sweat covered his forehead and ran down his face. The heat was brutal along with the hounds following behind him, growling and showing their teeth.
As soon as he was in the room, he was forced to lay down on a table with his arms and legs tied down tightly to where he couldn't escape.
"Please let me go! I'll do anything just please don't hurt me!" James begged for his life with tears forming in his eyes.
"Shut up and man up! You big baby! She's about to be here any minute." Alastair said as he checked to make sure that James wouldn't budge.
"Who is she that's coming? Why won't you let me go? I want to go home!" James whined as tears rolled down his face.
"You know you whine to much. No one is gonna save you. You can't be saved because you've been a bad boy..." Alastair began to say as he pointed out the obvious that no living person could hear his pleas.
James tried to struggle but it was no use, he couldn't undo Alastair's knots in the rope. He was getting tired from trying to free
himself. His muscles ached and his eyes started closing. While he was napping uneasily, Alastair brought in a medical tray with different kinds of tools like sharp knives, machetes, and everything else of that sort.
James hears the sounds of metal clanking on the squeaky- wheeled table. His eyes shot back open but sleep was on the verge of winning. Everything was set up perfectly for the boss. The sound of metal being sharpened freaked James out but there was nothing he could do.
Alastair smiled at James evilly as he sharpened the blade to a razor sharp point. The bag was taken off James's face so he could see what was going on. When he saw that smile and the way he looked at him while he had the blade in his hand as it shined in the light he looked away quickly.
James gulped when he looked at Alastair, his heart started beating faster in his breast. He had no clue what he was up against.
"Where am I?" James asked.
"(Gasps) You don't know? Oh right you wouldn't know where you are because you don't think like everyone else. Now I'm pretty sure you can guess but why waste time. Oh wait I forgot, you don't have anytime to waste!" Alastair started laughing as he was being a smart aleck.
"I don't know where I am. I just want to go home!" James exclaimed.
"You're in Hell James and in a fiery on as well. For what you did you don't deserve to go home either." Alastair said as his eyes rolled back to where the whites of his eyes showed.
"I'm where? In Hell?! How and why?" James had so many questions but Alastair didn't give him an answer.