this is a story of a guy... a totally normal loser nice guy who just want everyone around him to die called trevor, he is also homophobic,
trevor, 25 years old working as an accounter at a relatively big company, ofc he have a dickhead boss he wish he could throw in a fire ant's colony but sadly he is too nice to do so,
friday the 13th was a very normal day for trevor, he woke up as usual, finished his work and went home. at night trevor went to sleep without noticing a gas leak and so he ended up dying that night.
trevor opened his eyes in the judgement room "where the fuck am i?" he said, as he glanced around he couldn't help but notice a ton of gay looking people with white wings on their back, "is this some lgbt cosplay event?" he thought to himself, as he was trying to get up he saw one of the winged people come to him and as he reached him he said "hello to the judgement room sir", "judgement room?" trevor asked "is this where people measure how gay they are?" "no sir, you are officialy dead and this is where we measure how much of an ashole you are" the winged man replied "wtf, is this some kind of joke?" trevor asked, "no, you may not pray for forgiveness btw" the winged man replied with a smirk on his face,"why would i, i have done nothing wrong in my life" trevor replied, as the winged man was turning back he said"yeah, yeah, everyone say that, now follow me", trevor followed the man quitely looking at the place and noticing how the whole floor is covered with fake grass and energy drink rivers, as he was lost in thoughts he bumped on the winged man before him, the winged man turned "we are here" the winged man said, as trevor glanced he saw a tan beautiful woman who got some nice big boobies "mia, is that you?" trevor asked excitingly, the woman looked at him in disgust for a second before she turn to the winged man and ask "who is this ?", "he is here for he judgement" the winged man replied "where can i find god?", "in the throne"she said "be careful, the floor there keep shaking because of all the gay men fucking eachother on earth", "yeah, yeah, whatever" the winged man replied as he walked away,
trevor followed the winged man quitely again, they kept walking until they reached a huge door full of drawings of some naked breaded man surrounded by bitches, trevor had a bad feeling about the this, the winged man knocked twice, the door slightly opened and all he could see is some shady guy with woman socks on his head, the man said "password", "god's penis is huge" the winged man replied,
the shady guy nodded twice before opening the door and asking them to go in, trevor and the winged man started walking on a long red carpet in the middle of a huge room full of half naked women, "holy shit, this place is awesome" trevor mumbled, he and the winged man kept walking untill they reached another door that was much smaller like a normal house's door, the winged man opened it without knocking, as they went inside the first thing trevor noticed was a naked pussy, a sight he has never seen before because he is a filthy virgin, as his eyes looked up he saw a naked old bearded man sitting on a chair with his dick luckily hidden by the head of a woman giving him a blowjob, "enjoying your self as usual" the winged man said, "gabriel, have you brought the goods?" the old man replied, the winged man reached for his pocket and pulled out what seemed to be a cocaine pack, "there you go" the winged man said as he gave the pack to the old man, the old man opened it and took a deep breath smelling it, "nice" he then said, "ok, ok, now lets get to work" the winged man said, "as you can see, i'm very busy now so if its a woman send her to heaven's holy bitches training camp, if its a man send him to hell" the old man replied, the winged man then said "but this guy have despite having a rotten soul he never did anyone any harm when he was alive" the winged man said, "mmh, come here" the old man said looking at trevor, as trevor reached the old man he was asked to kneel, for some reason he couldn't help but do as the old man said, the old man then put his hand on trevors head and started chanting some weird words, after the old man finished chanting he said "now you are blessed" as he looked at trevor, the winged man then called him, trevor followed the winged man to what seemed to be a bottomless pit, "jump" the winged man said to trevor "hell no" trevor replied, "you are going to hell boy" the winged man then said "you better thank god for giving you the power of blessing because with it you may have a chance to escape, ofc your power is very small now and you need to kill demons for it to grown, you better pray to not meet a strong demon once you reached the bottom", the winged man then pushed trevor into the pit...

I always had difficulties trying to sleep. It wasn’t uncommon for me to hear my parents come check on me to see if I was asleep. That was usually at around 11 at night. Because of that, I usually woke up late. The first thing I heard when I awoke was usually my sister yelling at me to get dressed for school. I don’t blame her, I always caused her to be late. I mean, my warm bed is just too hard for me to leave. After a while, I got used to the yelling. Today I woke up late as usual, my sister yelling at me. Although, something was off. I woke up…cold.
“Wake up! Wake up!” my sister yelled while shaking me. I realized I wasn’t in my bed. I was lying on the floor of what I would describe as a prison. I sat up and looked around. The walls and floor were all made of concrete. There were no windows, only a metal door. There was a small gap under the door, but it was too small to fit a hand through. Right next to the door was a plate with rice. On the other side of the room was a channel with flowing water. Other than that, we were in complete isolation.
“Oh, thank god you’re awake!” My sister said. “…We have been kidnapped haven’t we.” I stated, my voice completely monotone. I might be only 11 years old, but I was no moron. What happened was obvious. My sister could only nod. I got up and walked towards the door. There was no handle, its too solid to ram. I pushed against the door. It was locked, obviously. We were completely trapped. The gravity of the situation finally hit me, and I felt tears come to my eyes. But I couldn’t break now, I need to stay strong. This was no time to cry. This is not the time. Not the time. Not the-
My sister pulled me into a hug. At that point I could no longer handle the situation. I cried as I returned the hug. My sister didn’t say anything, she only stroked my hair as I kept bawling. After I stopped crying we stood there for a few minutes before separating. As I looked her in the eye, we had a silent agreement. We will get out.