“What what the hell do you want from me”; John screamed at his crying wife! No matter how much overtime he worked there was never enough money to cover the bills.
The only thing he could think of was that maybe it was time to cash in the life insurance.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
This must be Hell!
Confusion clouds my senses as I sit drenched in sweat consumed by the blackness of this void. I have clawed and scratched at the coarse stone walls for all these many hours to no avail. The sting of broken nails and bloody fingers are the only reward for my efforts.
Pressing up, the ceiling offers no means of escape. Instead the jagged rocky teeth tear my forearms and hands to ribbons…I am trapped!
Uncontrollable tears stream down my cheeks as I am resigned to my fate, that Hell is real and I’m going to die.
~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
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