I’ll see you in Hell, whichever comes, whatever doom befalls us here, I have made up my mind what I shall do in this moment. I will break you. I am going to twist your body into a pretzel, ’cause that’s the case you just made. I have no hope, and so all I’m left with is your destruction. A small consolation. You will have your revenge for whatever imagined slight has led you to harass me, but you will have to satisfy yourself knowing it only by its inevitability. You won’t be here to see it come to pass.
In Hell
Tale Told 