i could only hope my death would not be long. the heat, oh the heat, was unbearable. even the floor i now laid upon was hot to the touch. my eyes closed. when i awoke, i found myself in a crepuscular room, with a sole beam of light leading to a table with a crystal glass the appeared to have a frosted liquid in it. i heard a wicked laugh that made my stomach drop, and i knew what it was like to be in hell.

**(note from author) the story didnt start out to have that ending, really, i just wanted to include the word “imbibe” and from there it took on a story of its own.