The man blinked, the room feeling oddly hot. The air was thick, far too smelly for his liking. As he looked around him, everything was dyed with red, and the temperature grew somewhat warmer. Adjusting his suit, the man stepped further through the smog, outwards towards whatever awaited him further through the dirty environment. It was still too flashy for his liking. He would need to dust it later.
Or so he thought, until he stumbled upon something bright and beautiful. Two hands, two gorgeous, well manicured hands. Seeing this as salvation, the man brought them to his lips, so that he might kiss them, he might savor them. But as he brought out his tongue, the hands didn't taste of flesh. They tasted of sulfur, of the dark rocks deep beneath the earth. And then the hands moved - the hands rejected him. They wrapped around his neck. They strangled him, forced their fingers doubt his throat even as they snuffed out his life.
But he didn't die. The fingers grew longer, bigger, they melted, and his lungs were soon filled with ash. His stomach overflowed, his yes bulged out. And then his body lit on fire. His soul was going to burn, just as his flesh would, but still, he would not die. This, as it seems...
KIRA (written post week 3)
Or so he thought, until he stumbled upon something bright and beautiful. Two hands, two gorgeous, well manicured hands. Seeing this as salvation, the man brought them to his lips, so that he might kiss them, he might savor them. But as he brought out his tongue, the hands didn't taste of flesh. They tasted of sulfur, of the dark rocks deep beneath the earth. And then the hands moved - the hands rejected him. They wrapped around his neck. They strangled him, forced their fingers doubt his throat even as they snuffed out his life.
But he didn't die. The fingers grew longer, bigger, they melted, and his lungs were soon filled with ash. His stomach overflowed, his yes bulged out. And then his body lit on fire. His soul was going to burn, just as his flesh would, but still, he would not die. This, as it seems...
This was hell.