Hell is the New Black (Plague)

Hell is not fire. Nor ice. It is total darkness.

You are hung, blind in a pitch black dimension. There are shackles on your wrists and ankles to detain you, but you cannot distinguish where their chains pull you towards. You can feel the lukewarm breaths, of voices on your bare skin, though you are alone. They are demons. You assume they want to possess your body, but they feed off happiness. They climb in through your ears, and for every good thing you force yourself to think of, they whisper six, more evil thoughts to eat them.

The vile creatures seep into your bloodstream and laugh from the inside, making you queasy everywhere. Your stomach is first to shrivel. God, Hell is so sickening. A symptomless plague that you know is poisoning, killing, and devouring you. And the worst thing about it is whether you escape or not, it will always be there, sitting in the back of your mind or waiting for you in mirrors, where it stares back with a slight, painful smile.