As we descend the next flight of stairs, I hear a noise. It's almost indiscernible at first: it sounds human, then inhuman, then familiar, and then unfamiliar. But it is most certainly yelling and screaming.
"Now, I must warn you. This next floor might be a bit… bloody. This is where the greedy people go. I think the rest can vouch for itself."
I open the door reluctantly. The roaring of screams is painfully loud. I survey the room first, noticing a grid pattern, with many little pits in the ground. I stand over one and look in. I shine the flashlight to see infinite spots of black and white. I look closer, and I see red. Blood red. For just a second, the sea of black and white breaks, and a desperate Cruella DeVille bursts to the top, gasping for air, and looking into my eyes pleading for me to help her. I realize what is happening now—those spots are Dalmatians. And they are eating her alive.
I quickly move on to the next pit, where I see Captain Hook being gnawed on by an alligator. I feel my stomach turn, and I walk on to another to quench my curious mind. This time, I don't recognize the person, but he is being pushed around and gored by angry deer with large, intimidating racks.
"Who is that?" I ask Zazu, who is looking disdainfully down into the pit.
"No one really knows his name for sure, but he is informally known as simply Man. He killed Bambi's mother."
I shake my head in shame and walk way from the pits. I'd seen enough. I was done.
"How much farther do we have?" I ask as I unlock the door.
"We're already halfway there."
I groan as we continue down the stairs.
"This next room, I'm afraid, is impassable. So the stairs simply continue."
"Why is that?"
"Because it is endless fire and suffering. Those who lusted in life. Their hearts burned unjustly, so now their bodies do as well. You'll probably know Maid Marian, and of course Jasmine."
"They? Lust?"
"Jasmine seduced Jafar. And Maid Marian was practically a prostitute! She offered a kiss from her as a prize for a contest. If that's not indecency, then I don't know what is."
I decide not to argue. I can feel the heat coming from the door as I pass by, and I hear a familiar voice from inside.
"OH, MY GOD! WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?"
Judge Frollo from the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I shake my head. No sympathy from me.