Hell - Part I

The first thing I noticed in Hell was the girl. She couldn't have been old at all - she looked about 13 or 14. She had no hands. They looked as though they'd been chopped off and the stubs had been crudely sewn back together. Her mouth as muzzled, and her mouth kept snapping, gnawing, trying to get out and get food. Her once-beautiful hair was now greasy and disgusting and caked with blood. She reeked of death and decay covered up with cheap perfumes. her flesh was a sickly greenish color, and looked as though it were rotting away. But all of that was nothing compared to her eyes- those awful, awful eyes. They were rolled back into her head, only the whites showing. if you could call them the whites of her eyes. They were a crude and sickly yellow. The very thought of them still makes me shudder. in those eyes, i saw everything. All of time and eternity.

The girl was in a cage, screaming - if you could call the noise she made a scream - to get out. Then I noticed there were several more cages, with girls like her in them. Men were paying, yes paying, to go into them. Some people were dancing with them. Some paid extra to fuck those disgusting things. And the waiting men were cheering. Disgusting Necrophiliacs, I suppose. I believed those creatures, those things, to be dead. They looked inhumane. They had rotting flesh. They smelled of death. Were they what you call a "zombie"? They must be. The living dead. That's unnatural, gross, disgusting. They're dead, but they're not being respected. And after seeing what's in those eyes.. why would people do that? I didn't understand. but then again, this is hell.

After the creatures, there were bartenders. They were a bit older than those things, none older than 20. They were stark naked, so I suppose they had their clothes stolen. They were covered in filth and grime. Their eyes had such an awful sadness to them, as though they'd started into those eyes dozens of times. I watched as an impatient man, waiting for his turn in a cage, decided to walk over to the bartenders. He eyes them closely, ultimately picking the one who looked the cleanest and newest. he proceeded over to her, grabbed her, and well, raped her. She pleaded to let go, but he refused. "You're mine now" he said. "This is your life now, deal with it.". Her eyes silently pleaded with the others, and they looked back apologetically.

There was also waitresses and busgirls, who had to deal with the same thing. This place was a place for filthy, disgusting men. There was one thing worse though, there was also women who came to this place. They had this evil in their eyes, and they were enjoying the torture those girls and those things had to go through. And I knew if I didn't find a way to escape, I would end up dead, a slave, or someone who enjoys torture. All horrible fates, all were hell.