"Kind of Liberating" you said. What a lie. You're scared shitless and ready to cry.
She doesn't believe you; you don't believe yourself. The prospect of Hell lurks in your thoughts and haunts your dreams. No peace, no hope, just dread.
You're condemned to endless torment. You tell yourself no cost is too high. Sam's alive. Will that be enough to save you in the Lake of Fire, or on the Demon's spit? When your skin is stripped off will the thought 'Sam's alive" be enough to muffle your cries, to stop your tears, to keep your broken heart beating?
