The Underworld

My chest is very heavy and I feel an object in my hand. It is firm and has a button on the top. I slowly circle my thumb around the button and push down until I feel a click. Dark, black smoke darts up into the air spiraling towards my face. The smoke surrounds every inch of my body until I am completely consumed. Screams wail around me and then in an instant, everything stops. A man approaches dressed in a gown as black as darkness. His face was old and withered. He puts his hand on me and the lights fade into nothingness. I shuffle my feet very slowly until I see a flickering light again. The temperature rises quickly and my skin begins to boil. My hands are cuffed to each other. I look around and see the faces of my ex-coworkers who have been dead for years. The man dressed in black appears again and says “you have quite a reputation down here: robbery, breaking and entering, manslaughter, kidnapping and now suicide bombing. I would get comfortable if I were you, you’re never leaving hell.”