A Short Stay In Hell Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Hmmmmm," "Feel this? Sooner or any minute or hours, this would go down and drill your ass hard till it bleeds. Mind you, it would take me hours before I bust so, get ready and be used to it. This will be the only dick that will fuck you till eternity, Keatton. If any dick would then prepare yourself the same as the guy who'll put his dick inside you. My torture room is open for anyone and they can cry there for mercy but no one will show or give to them,"

Gran extended her hand and I hesitantly took it. I looked at Seth, he smiled when he noticed. He also offered his hand and the scared me of course took it. In a snap, we are surrounded by a tornado made of fire. It only lasted for a good minute, before it slowly distinguished and we are in hell. “Welcome to Hell.” Seth said in a low voice. I look around. So this is hell.

“I’m making so much progress on this project. Now that we know what happens if we fail, I can’t afford to wallow over my mate.” Her eyes widened, and she placed a hand over her mouth. “You’re right.” As the torture session faded, she turned back to me with her notepad and pen. “Tell me everything you’ve found out. Hades sounds like he’s planning on dragging us back to the Punishment Pits if we don’t give him something useful.” Nodding, I told her about the Hellfire Pack’s interior and how they were housing the souls of the dead. “Griff called it a halfway house. I can only assume that it’s because the spirits were fresh out of Hell.”

Chapter 43 "Ash! Ash, please open your eyes, you're safe now." From far away I hear my name being called. This is it. Judgment day has come for me. I already know it. I'm going to hell. "Ash! Open your eyes now, please. Come back to me." Those words smack of female desperation. Would an angel tell me to open my eyes and come back to her?" So. . . .maybe I'm not dead. Maybe.

“You hurt my son. I can not let any of you off. Or did you really think Anna is the only one I prepared this whole grand surprise for?” Lifting the pointer, Felix stared at my palm. I pressed hard. The screen lit up again. I choked; tears blurred the screen. “Watch!” My voice cracked through the hall like a whip. “Devils aren’t in hell. They are standing right here. In front of me.” I didn’t dare look up. William’s cries echoed from the giant screen above us. Every sound punched through my chest. My nails dug into my palms. Focus, Rebecca. Around the room, gasps rippled like shockwaves. Some watched the screen with trembling hands over their mouths.

But before he could finish his statement, the woman pulled out the cords of his headphones. "Asshole! Do you feel like dying today?" She swished her long locks over her slender exposed shoulders. Her loud voice halted everyone that was practicing in the room. "What is this garbage? Snip-snip?" She tapped her foot continuously, till everyone else but the 'asshole' had left in a scurry. "Listen to me Sochun-"

His chest rose and fell erratically and there was hardly any air. The screams grew faint and distant. The world blurred before his eyes. The face in front of him dried up in a flash. The skin became hard and cracked, and cracked open with a clearly audible rash. Bugs crawled their way through the rotting fabric. White shimmering bones were revealed, and great scraps of leather skin sailed down. Death, he understood. Azrael welcomed him with a smile, he was no longer afraid. And took his last breath. His eyes closed and his heart beat. Boom Boom

Emily, " Daniel roared, his voice cracking with a mixture of fear and fury. He clutched the phone tighter, as if the image on the screen might leap out at him. Without another word, he spun on his heel and stormed towards the room. Laura, pale and shaking, didn't hesitate to follow him, her eyes wide with terror, not daring to spare me another glance. I stood in the silence of the sitting room, a faint, unsettling smile playing on my lips. The game, as I'd said, was indeed getting interesting. 》》》》》》》》》》

There is no reply, but I can tell the line is still connected, and after a few seconds have passed, I realize my folly. I should have dialed 911 instead, even though they won’t be able to help before I inevitably crash. “Austin … are you there? I’m scared I'm going to die!” I exclaim again, and then I hear it … the sound of muffled feminine giggling, followed by a man’s murmur, but I can't make out what he’s saying. Then comes a sound that I’ve heard so many times that I’ve lost count, which is the sound of Austin’s groan during sex, followed by a loud feminine moan and other sex sounds.

" I remember. Of course I remember. I remember the words of the man who put me behind bars, who his actions forced me to be immune to this world. He had threatened that if I didn't die behind bars he'd make sure he hunted me down. "I remember," I announced. "Good." He tilts his head slightly. "Then you know why I'm here today." "I have a feeling." "It isn't a feeling." He straightens his jacket. "It's a fact. I came today because I heard you were here and I have been a patient man Luca. Very patient." A pause. "My patience ended this morning." The music keeps playing. Somewhere behind me a woman laughs at something. The world continuing completely indifferent.