I died once. Went to hell briefly. We were all naked and sleeping on rocks like lizards. We were awaken by the whip and forced into a field of thorns as far as the eye could see. An unending ocean of thorns. We were forced to harvest the thorns and eat them as we worked. We were all starving and eagerly sliced our throats to shreds shoving them in our mouths as we worked.
At the end of the day we were driven back upon the rocks and told to rest. Then we were immediately awaken by the whip and forced into a field of thorns.
I know what awaits these two.
Please elaborate.
Yikes.
What did you do that brought that on?
How long were you dead? Did you change your life after that horrific encounter?