Live a Night of Hell.

He just fell asleep, but it wasn't soon enough he figured out, that this was the kind of slumber that doesn't get him to wake up.

I'm dead. He thought.
Not because he just realized he was never gonna wake up, but it was because he realized he just did, and he's not where he was the last time he drifted off to dream land. Actually, not anywhere that he knows of.

"Oh hell no." He groaned. Taken aback by how raspy his voice sounded. Maybe it was due to the long sleep he's just had.

There was a chuckling sound somewhere from the far end of the room, but he couldn't quiet identify from which side it was, it was awfully dark and suddenly he felt...scared. Fear. Oh yes, freshly baked fear. Ha! One emotion he never thought he contained since he took hold of that iPhone on their teacher's table.

Actually, that's what he's feeling now. Like he's baked, alive. Like he's in some huge oven over 360 degrees and burning! And the very first place he felt the heat was his hand. His right hand. And it took him a moment to remember, just after the real pain struck in, that this was it.

This was the hand. The one that took over his senses and made him take what wasn't his, not that it was his first time. The hand made him steal, even a couple of times before. But why now? What did an iPhone actually do to bring him here? Where was he by the way?

"Oh hell YES." He felt his spine stiffened behind his back. "I have waited for your arrival for a long time now my dear brother. You are one of the most shameless people who has every walked the earth, Drei." The mysterious being chuckled in amusement and what almost seemed like...pride.

And that's when he saw. His face finally visible like some spotlight shone on him from somewhere. It was Roe. How did he get here?!

Roe raised his eyebrows. "Why do you look so surprise,brother? Didn't you miss me?"

Drei looked startled by the sudden sound of sarcasm and threat in his voice. Roe was never the kind to threat anyone, not even when he was at the verge of his patience. "Roe?"

He laughed. A sound so dark and musty...almost evil. "I have to say, that move with my iPhone was pretty smooth at that time,Drei. But, you can't just run and hide. Somehow, everyone must pay the price."

Then he gave Drei that look. A look of coldness and rage that what used to be golden and hazel gems for his eyes, turned red. Burning with fire as Roe's glare seemed to pin him down and burn him until he's ashes.

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I hope satan’s minions peel your skin off from every part of your body while your tied up on a bed, and while their at it...their poking your g live flesh out of your wits. You scream in pain. You wail in suffering begging them to stop...which they won't. And then they are pulling off each of your toes from your feet, and your fingers from your hands. Different minions, different tasks. One minion grabs a handful of your hair and pulls it soo hard it rips off your head. You make ear piercing screams that seem to fill out every non-existing corners of Satan's torture chamber. It's so painful its worse that NCAE. And now, while your literally bare and naked in front of all of them somebody from the crowd pinches out a piece of meat from your leg...its stretches out from your whole body...

Then it snaps! Oh yeah…

You think it’s pain? It’s hell? It’s worse.

And what’s worse?
There’s more.


After the mind shattering and excruciating pain you just felt from all this physical abomination and after listening to your own screams of horror, you slowly, tediously open your eyes…and could not believe what you saw. You couldn’t tell if it was the difference of the outer and physical pain or just the heartrending feeling you got when you’ve finally absorbed what you saw, and you realize…it wasn’t just what you saw.

It was who you saw.

Seeing them doing it to you themselves, pain or even death seems inferior. No words or feelings can explain the different sensations flowing through your mind right then, nothing that you thought might even exist. But maybe it did. Maybe not in our world, but in satan’s it does. Hell does taste sweet. Sweet enough for your own sins to dig up on your own bare flesh.

But she was smiling. How can she afford to smile like that like she was just complimented about how pretty her hair was??

Oh, Sally. Why? What are you doing here? And with mom and dad? Why do you have to do this to me? You thought.

But your oh so sweet Sally just smiled all the more, and it seems like she’s enjoying this. Your distress. Your pain. It was agonizing for you and yet--Oh what a loving sister she is, don’t you think? Maybe she’s just thinking positive, that perhaps spilling your favorite iced tea on your fresh wounds would help heal them despite the other sharp, stabbing feeling you get once that cold and sweet beverage touch your bare skin on your leg.
Your mother and father seems to be encouraging her guessing from the look on their faces, though you barely hear what their saying, or even understand them since it seems like they’re talking but you were sure it was a language other than English, Cebuano or anything you know of the sort.

Smiling silently to himself at the very end of the room, pleased, Roe stood up from the post that he was leaning on the whole time while he was watching them, Drei's family, torture Drei to the depths of his despair. "Enough."

And they stopped.

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"Drei!" Knock. Knock. Knock.

The pain, the mind numbing pain. It's all over him. His arms, his legs, his neck, his head...his chest.
"NooooO!" He jerked out of bed so hard he suddenly fell back down with his hand on his head. He shut his eyes tight. And suddenly he thought of everything. He stood up quickly and off his bed enough to make him dizzy and he ended up stumbling over his sidebed lamp.

Thud. The lamp and some books fell on the floor beside his bed.

"Drei! Wake up! You're almost late for school!" The familiar voice from the other side of the door made him confused. He didn't know what to think. Should he be happy his mom's back to normal and is waking him up like she usually does? Or should he open his eyes to the possibilities that his mom...might not be his mom.

(to be continued...)