The Definition Of Hell

“WELCOME TO HELL MOTHER FUCKER!” exclaimed The Devil.

Clarence looked up at the beast towering above him. Its wings extended out as flames erupted all around them.

“S-so what awaits me?” Clarance found himself squeaking out.

“Constant……torture…..” The Devil said in a whispered tone of voice, barely audible above the agonizing screams echoing in the distance.

Before Clarence realized what was happening, he found himself naked on a bed. He expected the bed to be made of nails since this was Hell, but the bed was your typical low quality mattress found in any cheap motel.

“Pretty nice for Hell…” Clarence thought.

Everything in Hell played out like a dream. It took Clarence longer to register all that was happening around him. He felt slightly drugged, or someone who woke up and couldn’t shake the hazy fog surrounding their brain no matter how much coffee they drank.

The next thing he registered was someone on top of him, riding his erection. The woman was slightly overweight, waves of flesh flapping up and down her thighs. But still, it didn’t seem like torture to be found in Hell. Perhaps the reality of Hell was similar to what music videos of generic rock bands imagined it to be, an endless party that celebrated rebellion and mayhem.

Clarence looked up and was horrified to discover that the woman was none other than Sarah Huckabee Sanders. Her left eye starred at Clarence and the right one looked off towards the side. She smirked as she registered his shock at having the current White House Press Secretary riding his erection. Clarence’s jaw quivered as a tear came down his face while he attempted to comprehend why this whale mixed with Sloth from The Goonies was on top of him.

The Devil let out deep laughter that echoed as he slowly approached Clarence.

“When Donald Trump spilt blood over a pentagram and begged for my alliance, I agreed as long as he helped me down here. For some I have Sarah here straddle the unwilling. The racists who are sent down here I have fuck Tiffany Trump after her daily gangbang with the blackest men within a five mile radius. You should be thankful Clarence, others have it far worse…..”

The Devil gesture over towards a man licking between the thighs of Kathy Griffin, who was cackling hysterically. Between her thighs wasn’t exactly a vagina, but instead of a deformed replica of Donald Trump’s face. Its eyes were rolled into the back as it slowly dripped blood from the vaginal slit mouth this slave of Hell currently licked away at.

“Heard……poorly…..rated…….Morning Joe…..speaks……badly…..of…..me……..how……come…..low…….IQ……Crazy…..Mike…….along…..with…..Psycho Joe……came……..to…..Mar-a-Lago……3….nights……in a..row….New Year’s Eve…..and…..insisted……on….joining…..me……she…..was….bleeding..badly…..from…a…face-lift…..I….said….NO!” the thing slowly muttered, blood dripping with every word.

Clarence looked up at the black foggy cloud that hovered above Hell and screamed until his throat throbbed from unbearable pain.

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