Bill opened his eyes, he was staring down the barrel of a 9mm semiautomatic handgun. “Hello,” he said in his morning voice. “Goodbye Bill,” said the man standing on his bed aiming the gun at him. The man pulled the trigger. The last thing that Bill remembered was a blinding flash and a quick sudden pain between his eyes. Bill put his hand to his face. He did not want to open his eyes for fear of looking down the barrel of a gun. He felt his nose and mouth. He moved his fingers up to his eyes; he felt the eyelashes, the eyelids, and the forehead. Then he felt it. There was a hole between his eyes, he dared to put his fore finger inside it. He felt brain matter and bone. He put his other hand on the back of his head, the same hole was there too. He started panicking, how was this possible? Where was he? He became aware that he was standing, he was not in his bed. His wife was not lying next to him. He opened his eyes. He saw fire and lava around him and suddenly became aware that there was intense heat all around him, he looked down to see himself standing on hot coals, but there was no safe ground anywhere around him. He saw demons flying around with red wings and breathing fire at people on the ground. He saw an outcropping that he could use for shelter, he ran towards it, feeling the burning fire on his feet. There was more lava and hot ash on the ground underneath the outcropping, but he decided that it was a safe enough place for now. He wanted to shut his eyes and pretend that everything around him did not exist. He felt a prick in his side. He opened his eyes again, wishing that he was back in his comfortable bed caressing his wife. But that was no longer true. The truth was that he was staring into the face of Satan himself. Satan smile with a crooked smile. Bill examined his features, the red skin, the deceptively harmless look in his eyes, the nose that was longer than it should have been, and the horns that may or may not have had fresh blood on them. “Hello Bill,” said Satan, staring at him. Bill stared back. “You’re probably wondering why you are here,” Satan suppressed a laugh. “I don’t belong here,” Bill said. Satan did not hold back the laugh this time. He released a laugh that made Bill’s insides turn upside down. The cackling could be heard echoing throughout all of hell. “You sure as -blam!- belong here. And It’s my job to make sure that you suffer,” once again, Satan laughed out loud. “I’m looking forward to our time together.” Bill had not stopped panicking since he discovered himself here, and he was not about to stop, “But what sins could I have committed to deserve this?!” Satan grabbed Bill by the arm and threw him onto a slab of stone. “For starters, you cheated on your wife! But that’s not all, you also lied to her about it!” Satan grabbed a whip with steel spiked balls on the ends of the chain and swung it at Bill, “I would have at least told the bitch the truth and then divorced her for the much younger bitch that you were -blam!-ing.” “-blam!- YOU! It was only once!” Bill screamed at Satan, but he wasn’t listening, Satan continued to swing the whip at Bill, piercing his skin and ripping out his insides. “Let’s turn up the heat, I love to hear the screams,” Satan poured buckets of lava over Bill’s body, scorching his skin, melting his flesh. Bill realized that he was doomed to an eternity of suffering for his sins.