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I opened my eyes awakened by screams. I didn’t know where I was. There was a large bump on the side of my head. I looked around, but nothing I saw was familiar. A large table with only one chair, the red walls with paintings of horned beasts engraving the word Satan and the numbers 666 on the hands and temples of the crying people in a village. My head started throbbing from panic. I quickly ran to one of the two doors. It was already slightly opened. I heard sounds of screaming. They were dry and deep screams, as if they had been screaming for an eternity. I slowly pushed the door open. I glanced beyond the darkness. There I saw what looked like three people who were locked in cages that were swinging from the ceiling. They were unbelievably pale, making it difficult to see their bodies. They were spitting into each other’s faces, screaming out rage. They had become deranged. I looked into the corner of the room, where I saw large wings stacked on top of each other. Blood covered the wings, which implied that they had been hacked off. I came to the sudden relisation that the people in the cages were in fact angels. They were being kept in the cages as if they were some sort of pet bird for the pleasure of Satan himself. They had befallen onto Satan’s murderous prays, his mutilated thoughts of despair and shit. They had never felt so frightened. It had turned them to their relentless mental state they were uncontrollably in. I wish I had been one of them, spitting and screaming from the swinging cages, at least I would have known what the future had in store for me. I wanted to help them, but it seemed to late for the fallen angels. I slowly pulled the door back to it’s half opened position and made my way to the second door.

The door looked like it was crafted a long time ago. I pulled the door open, nothing; darkness was all I saw. I reached into my pocket and took out a five-cent piece and threw it into the darkness. Again nothing. I stepped back. I figured that if I was going to get out of hell I would need to take the step into darkness. As I walked towards the darkness I felt a sensation go through my body. I didn’t know what to expect. I took the step into the unknown; I fell straight down, floating through what seemed to be an endless fall. I felt so strangely relaxed, becoming ever so tired, I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I awoke staring into darkness. I felt I was upside down. Breathing difficultly, I couldn’t move my arms or legs and each time I tried a cloud of pain surrounded me. I was terrified. I didn’t know where Satan had me now, but I knew there was no escaping his home of hell. Suddenly the lights turned on. I looked up and relised I was hanging on an upside down crucifix. I turned my head and looked at my hands, what looked like a horn was securely sledged into my wrists. My feet were also nailed to the crucifix by a horn. In front of me I saw about ten horned demons kneeling down in front of Satan, snorting out their own antichrist hymns. It was repulsive. I screamed and cried out, but it made me feel worse. I saw there was no way out, no future for me.