A beautiful woman in a place like this, I am either really in hell or having the worst fantasy dream in history

*These were the last words he was able to speak before hit with another migrian caused by the words of fallen friends and loved ones. They were all so angry with him and thier words just kept repeating in his head. He could feel himself getting weaker as though his energy was beging drained from the very air that he breathed, he couldnt even move. All he could do was stare into the eyes of the woman infront of him, not even realizing the hundreds of small cuts opening on his body*

So what are you here for, to watch me suffer or is it because satan feels I need company in this place of torture