Author's note: This story should be readable both forwards and backwards, if I didn't mess anything up! Go by paragraph (read the last one first, and then the second last, and so on).
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"Hell? Maybe you don't know me - this seems more like Heaven to me."
I stared around at the young men and women, already sweating in the heat that filled the humid air. I couldn't help my eyes lingering on the women's curves - I was a red-blooded male, after all! Well, I had been. I finally returned my attention to the horned imp in front of me.
"Well, yes," he said. "You were a pretty terrible person. Even you have to admit that. You did kill over a dozen people."
"But I confessed! I thought that meant that everything was forgiven! Do I really still get punishment, damnation?"
"Yep. But we do have a program where you can work against your fellow souls, lessening your sentence. And, given your history, we think you'll be quite suited towards this work."
The imp, hovering on bat-like wings in front of me, gestured towards a nearby rack. On the rack hung a whole array of rusty implements, many of them sharp, barbed, bladed, or otherwise designed to inflict pain. My mind started to change.
"So, this is Hell, huh?" I gazed around, my eyes taking in the naked bodies lined up. "Doesn't seem so bad."
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Sorry that this is so short - it is really, really tough to write this way!
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