Irredeemable
Author's Notes: All characters of legal age. This was written in the 750 word format, excluding notes, for Valentines Day contest,. The story comes courtesy of Cfnmlover84 who posted an idea in a forum and courteously gave permission for others to use it.
WARNING: darkness ahead.
Pain ripped his chest like an errant sledge hammer crushing a finger. He staggered and hit the ground face first. Blackness took him.
He awoke disoriented by the dim, flickering red light complemented by the wails that sounded like millions of cats being tortured. He blinked his eyes, slowly trying to focus. Something was wrong, he couldn't move.
Sitting on a throne built of skulls was a being resembling every caricature of the Devil he'd ever seen. Red skin, burning eyes, long horns, claws for hands with goats feet.
He must be hallucinating. The sweat rolled from his body, it was bloody hot in here.
"I see you finally woke up," hissed the impossible beast.
He stared, too shocked to reply. When the mouth opened all he saw were fangs and a bottomless pit of raging flames.
"I...I..." he finally stuttered out, unable to think of how to respond.
"It's real, Bruce. You're in Hell and I'm the Devil you've heard so much about."
"How...?"
"It really doesn't matter. Time to go over your life record." He hauled out a large burning slab with writing on it.
"Oh, here's a good one."
Bruce screamed in agony as something ripped into his asshole tearing the flesh and relentlessly sodomizing him.
"You took her anal virginity with no lube. You uncaringly shoved it in torturing her terribly and then left her bleeding and crying in bed after you finished."
He looked up. "Enjoying it?" he asked casually.
A scream of agony was his only answer.
"No? Well, I see the answer I'm looking for. All you have to do Bruce is turn off the TV." He snapped his huge clawed fingers.
In a flash Bruce found himself in a small lava lined chamber the heat painfully searing his skin while that pile driver relentlessly ripped his ass. Floating in front of him was a TV showing Susan and himself. They had just met.
He remembered the loving, the laughter, the way she used to look sideways at him with her secret smile. Her whispers in his ear saying how much she loved him.
He watched their marriage, their fumbling first attempts at sex. The giggling and thrashing around in joyous contemplation of discovery. He'd loved her so much.
The scorching pit evaporated his tears.
Life continued and got harder, financial and other stress bringing on fighting and blame. Blame he piled on her. He was perfect.
