I stare at him blankly, the name guy? Is this some kind of joke? I must have died and gone to hell and now Satan is mocking me. Cautiously I ask him,

“I-i-is this hell?”

“It could be, I don’t see it that way. It’s really about perspective. I mean…”

He places his palm on his face, “I assumed you were already in hell.” I groan in pain as images flash before me, 7 years of torture. All by Jason's hands. Why was I sent to hell? He should’ve been sent here. He smiles, watching him makes me uncomfortable, I haven’t seen myself smile in years. He has no shirt on, just white pants. I can't see his eyes. My eyes. He still shares the same scars as me though. “You’re probably wondering what you’re doing here.” His tone changes to be more serious. “And you have several more questions your introverted brain can’t speak about due to trauma, however I intend to change that.” He opens his palm out to me and a glowing red orb forms, “This is 0.1% of all the rage and resentment you have accumulated.” The orb grows to be the size of my head. “This is what you might also call a Spirit ball.” My jaw drops, that's a spirit ball? Spirit balls contain the physical abilities of a spirit, it's how the value is calculated on a human's strength! This size would easily be equal to that of even Jason! Guy laughs a little, “So you understand!”, “You can have this power if you’d like, 0.1% is the total amount your body can withstand for now, but I’d assume…It’s more than enough.” His tone is dramatic and sinister. Can I really have this? I could even stand up to Jason with this. I won't be pathetic anymore. Guy pulls his palm away, “But of course, there is always a cost. In your case, you're a bit, how do I put this.” He strokes his chin, “Unstable? Unstable!” flicking his hand the orb moves in front of my chest. “This power is entirely related to your emotions, so try not to go overboard…You might not be able to return to your normal self.” The orb enters my chest, My whole body surges, similar to the electricity, except there is no pain. I can feel power ebb into my system. It feels good. It feels right. This is how I’ll start my revenge.

Waking up in a sweat, I open my eyes and find myself in what looks to be a hospital room. Blue curtains block the view far from my hospital bed. My head feels light, and I can still feel tingling in my fingers. Was that all just a dream? Of course it was. I must finally be going insane after all the torture. Start my revenge, what a joke. I try to get out of bed, but I'm strapped down. Legs bound by glowing leather, my hands tied to the metal ends of my bed. What's going on…Why am I strapped down like this, I look around trying to maybe find some key, or something to undo my restraints. But it's hopeless. The room is dark, it’s probably night. Maybe I should get some shut eye…

“You're still alive are you?” I know that voice, I open my eyes, as light pours in a squint, but even with my poor eyesight I remember that blonde head anywhere. Jason has come.

“What do you want?” I demand of him,

“Are you speaking up to me right now?” He peers at me, “Did a little shock finally force some balls on you?”. I try to lunge out, still held down by my restraints. Why am I so violent, I can’t take him? Maybe because I'm already in a hospital I think I’m safe, so I settle down a bit. He laughs to himself. “And how are you expecting to get out of those, you're probably wondering why I have you tied down because as we both know I am fully capable of keeping you contained myself.” His eyes spark, his malicious smile. Makes me wanna rip his teeth out. “It’s for my friend, so you don’t bite.” A new person walks in, it's a young girl. “You see, some people see your actions as quite heroic. This young lass has had the stupidity of falling in love with you.” My eyes widen, Love? What the hell is love? I thought it was some made up word given to people too comfortable in their own skin. “Maybe there is hope for you! So since you managed to survive I’ve done you a favor.” The young girl blushes whilst staring at me. “This is young Terisha, Terisha Dionysus, a cousin of mine. She's one year younger than us.” The girl moves closer to me, I can sense something very off putting about this girl, there's something wrong. Is it because she's his cousin? The girl opens her mouth to speak,

“H-h-hey I'm Terisha, nice to meet you, as you know I-I-I really like you and I was just wondering.” Something isn’t right. Am I finally getting a rewards for my endless years of torture, no way…I'm not stupid something is amiss here, Terisha tries to grab onto my arm, I yank away, and she loses her grip. “Why are you scared? I just want to ask something. Ya know I really admire you. The way you can take the punishment, the way you push through the pain its so admirable!” grabbing onto my arm I can tell she's smiling, but I don’t want to look. I already know what’s going on, and If I look, this strange fantasy, that I might experience what love might look like. Would be ripped away from me. “Look me in the eyes, please, this is so important to me.” Gulping, I look towards her, and my stomach drops. Dionysus the god of fertility and ecstasy, their family well known, for their lack of consideration. For boundaries, and for consent. “I just really wanna know If…” Her eyes rock my very being. “If you’d be my toy!”. Jason laughs in the background.

“You have fun, Terisha!” He leaves the room slamming the door, I hear it lock. Terisa laughs, panic fills my brain. What is she gonna do to me? She grabs a glass next to my bed and pulls out a flask, Filling up the glass with a purple liquid, I beg her to not go through with this.

“Please don’t do this, you really don’t have to, I’m still injured you see.”

“It's fine!” She assured me, “This’ll ease the pain! And make you feel so much better.”

“What is it?!” I yell as she puts the cup to my face and I pull my head away.

“JUST DRINK IT” She screams into my ear, wrenching my arm. I scream, my mouth opening, as she pours the liquid down my throat, choking on it, my mind begins to go numb.

I stop yelling, what is there to even yell about, I feel pressure leave my left arm. I look around the room, my body feels so warm. It’s nice and comforting.

“How are you feeling?” I look to my left, oh it's Terisha, she looks beautiful,

“I feel great.” I mumble to her, She grins widely.

“Since I made you feel good, isn’t it only right you make me feel good as well?”

“What do you mean Terisha?”, my eyes can’t focus lulling around my scalp, so relaxing. I feel a pressure on my lower legs moving upward. What is that? I look down, and Terisha is atop me, what is she doing? She removes my clothing, I can’t even move my arms or legs. “W-what are you doing…?” I slur,

She pulls my head up to her, forcing her lips onto mine.

“I'm getting my turn in the fun.”, she shoves me head back down onto the bed, but it doesn't hurt, it's all numb, I feel her grab hold of me. Then there's pressure on my waist, she then violates me, ravaging my body for who knows how long. I only remember the sensations, In and out of sleep. They took me out of my restraints, I don’t have the strength to fight back, my mind goes blank again. Where am I? In an alleyway somewhere? It smells awful. My whole body aches, as my mind awakens. Then the thoughts flood back to me. Tears form, and my whole body feels sick, I throw up. Huddling into myself, I’m still naked. The bastards did it. They stole the only humility I had left. Took far more than they should’ve, the tears won’t stop coming. What can I do now? In some random alleyway on the street. No clothes, No home, What is there even left of me? Standing up. I look down at my body, I'm filthy, but seem unscathed. Images of being violated circle my head, I throw up again. The vomit tastes stale, its color is purple. Good, I need to get this drug out of my system. I laugh at myself, I can’t believe I had delusioned myself with this idea of revenge, a fantasy so far from my grasp. Looking around, I’m in a small alleyway surrounded by trash. Picking myself up, I scrounge through the trash I was left and some at least have some tattered pants. Maybe If I return to whatever hospital I came from they can return my clothing. I may as well try. Or maybe I should just lie back down. Wither away like a carcass, Now that's what they’d want. Then again, I wonder if he’s banking on that philosophy, these thoughts cross my mind as I make my way down the street that was connected to the alley. I’m not that far from the hospital. I knew they wouldn’t care that much to take me far away. Does he want me to return to school even after that? I used to come just to show that I'm brave enough that he can’t break me. It was all a sham, I’ve been destroyed for a while now. I was always just cinders to be stamped out. Like there was any fire to begin with. Rounding a corner I can see the hospital ahead of me. If only I truly had that power I dreamed of, I’d rip his whole world to shreds, all of them. I’d kill them all and tarnish their corpses, maybe even force their families to have me kill them in front of them, I laugh to myself. What a pleasant dream. Walking into the building the nurse eyes me.

“Are you alright, where did your friends take you!” She rushes to my aid, “They said they were taking you to a family doctor, why are you back here?”

“My clothes, where are my clothes?” I stammer,

“I think you need more medical treatment honey…” She nervously states, “Maybe if you’d just lie down.

“I told you to BRING ME MY CLOTHES!” My voice raises and I feel an energy flood through my veins, it's like a high, I inhale sharply looking up to see the nurse sprawling across the floor.

I reach out my hand apologetically, “I’m so-” It’s cut off as she gets slammed against the wall, I can see white veins protruding from my skin, up my arms. What is happening to me?

“I am so sorry sir!” She scrambles to her feet, “I will get your clothes right away!”

Stumbling over herself limping down the hall, she was crying.

I stand in silence, puzzling over myself. Is this the power I was promised? Snickering to myself sadistically. Surely I can use this? Surely I can undo some of this torment, reflect some of this anguish, help revisit some of my pain. The nurse rushes over with my clothes, torn and cindered, grimacing. I will introduce this world to hell, they all created themselves.

I approach the nurse, who's crouching down cowering to me, her lip bleeding from the impact.

“Why didn;’t you stop them?” I ask her,

“W-what do you mean? Haha”, she nervously laughs

“I’ve been sent here numerous times, you knew bloody well, what was going on…”

“What did you want me to do? They would hurt me.” She pleads, crying.

“Don’t worry I understand, it's everyone for themselves right, I don’t blame you!” I don’t sound like me, I sound twisted and maniacal, but it feels so right! “Don’t worry, I forgive you, I just need you to do one more thing for me!” She looks up tears rolling down her cheek,

“I’ll do anything I am so sorry!” So pitiful, but realistically, it is me who is the biggest hypocrite.

“I just need you to…die!”

“What?” I laugh hysterically, tears rolling down my face, grabbing her by the neck, I squeeze gently, she smacks at my hand, gasping for breathe,

“Don’t worry I'll speed things up!” With a small crack, her body drops limp. How pathetic…the fear and remorse in her eyes fade into obscurity, this is really someone who didn’t amount to anything. Like myself, I pity you. I will avenge you!

Walking out of the hospital, to a new day. What endless possibilities await me now I smile.