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I closed my eyes praying god please help me! What I didn't know was that my prayer will not be heard and that this trip would completely change my life. ****************************************** ✨Hi guys, ✨So how was the chapter? ✨Trip to hell started guys ✨Do you guys like it?? ✨Please let me know!! ✨Please do vote and share my story guys Until next time, Jenikim7❤️

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.

Black ichor streamed from his eyes. "Your God won't save you from her!" He laughed. Rayleigh reached out and pressed her free hand against his chest. His eyes widened as smoke fumed from her palms. "Thust into hell Satan and all evil spirits who wander through the world for the ruins of souls." She raised her voice as a force shoved the man from the circle, but her hand gripped tight of a black shadow. It continued to screech and squirm in her grasp as fire roared up from the pit below it. Skeletal hands extended out from it and grabbed hold of the shadowed entity and pulled it into the flames. She lowered to her knees as she assisted in shoving the shadowed demon into the pit. Screams of ag

On the day of the departure they all dressed up, well prepared and ready for whatever they were going to face for the sake of survival. Or were they? "Fucking bastard. You said we won't meet any of this killer trees if we follow the 'yellow road.'" Ten cursed loudly. Refiling his gun with ammunition he fired aimlessly behind him. Yellow road on Ten's term. (The 'safe' path Salvador had marked out.) "Well don't blame me." Salvador breathed heavily. Multitasking between talking and running from a hoard of vines that carved for his flesh. "It isn't my fault that the area around the underground base is surrounded by a coal mine."

The way Isabelle's body was responding to his movements was so sweet, so perfect, as always… even better. At that point, while he was sinking even more into her while reuniting his spirit with that of the woman he loved, Shawn realized that heaven could come out of hell, that from pain happiness could be born, that from death one could come back to life. Nothing was impossible for two souls so profoundly in love. There was still so much love to be done, to be found in their hearts and it would have been there for all eternity. - THE END -

I quickly take the shower and get dressed in my clothes, knowing that if I leave now, I’ll be able to put last night's event behind me and, hopefully, it stays that way in the past. I finished and walk into the living room, hoping to announce my leave to Keenan, but I stop in my tracks when I see him venting his anger on the things in the living room and smashing things against each other like a wild bull at the circus parade. “Questo non sta accadendo! (This is not happening!)” he yells in pure anger and frustration. “Oh Dio, questo è un disastro (Oh God, this is a disaster!)” I can’t hear anything he’s saying, but I know there’s something up, something bad, bad enough to make him want to t

“Can’t make it as a dancer, probably won’t get a job in whatever fucking career path you chose as a plan B. You’ll go back to living on your mommy’s couch and working twelve-hour shifts at a gas station until you rot of old age.” “No.” I’m shaking. Trembling with anger. How dare he talk to me like that? “No, I’m going to succeed. And your demons are going to drag you back to Hell where you belong.” He smiles. “If I belong in Hell, so do you.” He takes his drink and sips it, then extends his arm. I watch his hand, watch the glass. Watch it happen in slow motion, but I can’t fucking do anything as he tips it over my head.

If hell exists, there’s an inferno waiting for me. I swerve around a pothole on the blacktop. In less than fifteen minutes, all hell will break loose. I survived seven years in prison, but my chances of surviving what’s next are about nil. The men riding behind me know what we’re heading into and, like me, they’re ready to die.

If hell exists, there's an inferno waiting for me. I swerve around a pothole on the blacktop. In less than fifteen minutes, all hell will break loose. I survived seven years in prison, but my chances of surviving what's next are about nil. The men riding behind me know what we're heading into and, like me, they're ready to die.

“You know my dad ain’t gon’ let this go without bringing down everybody in his path. So, I really hope you ready for the consequences of the choices you made. Cause I am.” My mind ran a marathon trying to figure out how to fix what I fucked up, but I knew it was too late. There was no fixing it. The America we live in only cares about a juicy story and how much money they can squeeze out of every corner. So I knew Percy’s downfall was going to ring bells all across the United States. “I’ll figure something out.” I stood up like that would help me think clearer. “Maybe I can talk to him. Offer him more money than I already owe or something.”