Chapter 36

Everywhere he looked were garishly painted women crawling on the floor like lustful beasts of prey. Tongues extended from each tinted mouth, flicking at the smell of sex in the air. They reveled in each other’s bodies, fucking, eating pussies and breasts. The room was filled with moans of delight from the insatiable creatures. All were naked as they rolled on the floor satisfying themselves, while filling the room with chilling screams of sexual gratification. The women lifted their breasts, offering them to those nearby. Others reared their bottoms high in the air like bitches in heat.

He heard something close by and jerked his head around. Crawling toward him like a slithering snake was a whore. She watched him with her painted eyes and then reached down and began fondling herself. Her eyes closed in passion, a gurgling moan gushing from her throat.

“Oh, God,” Father Becker sobbed. “What is this? Where am I?”

“My name is Liliana,” the woman whispered, “and you’re in Hell.”