Gone to Hell-3
“Yes, Mr S,” screech. Satan let go of the button and stood up. He held out a hand to help me down from the desk. It would probably be prudent for me to accept it, no matter the pain. My hand sizzled and once my feet were on the ground he let go. “It gets easier you know,” he said, “the pain.” I just nodded. What else could I say? He’d been around forever, had probably experienced more pain that I could ever imagine — and dished it out as well. “I’m curious as to why hell seems very much like an office block,” I said. “This is just where I conduct my business. Pleasure takes place elsewhere. You’ll see some of it over time, but for now I shall take you on a tour of the family business.” I laughed at the irony of it. There would be hundreds of thousands of people topside that worked in
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