I just don’t feel anything more, y’know? It’s like I’m dead or something. Hey, maybe I am dead! Ok, ok, that explains it. You whipped me too many times and I bled to death and now I’m dead. But shouldn’t I be in some sort of paradise right now? Unless this is Hell, and not Heaven. Ok, so I’m in Hell. But why? I didn’t do anything wrong, not that I can remember anyway... Oh! Ok. I know why I’m in Hell. I did a bad thing by saving your life, because that allowed you to kill a bunch of people. I guess now I’m stuck with you-are you even real, or are you just a demon pretending to be you to torture me as part of my punishment? Oh wait, maybe I have to go on a redemption quest before I can go to heaven, so that means I have to kill you-er, what’s your name, demon? C’mon, don’t be shy, we’re both here forever, after all... Shit, what’s my name? Do all people in Hell just forget their names as part of the dying process? Where are you going?
I wanted to try my hand at writing crazed ramblings. This darling, Cauliflower is her name, went insane after a brutal punishment, and now thinks her boyfriend is just a demon disguised as him. The aforementioned ‘saving your life’ was when she used an epipen on him when he had an allergic reaction... Incidentally, that was also their first meeting.