The Dating Game, Part 1

There was a hell. 

For some time now, Amanda had been peering into the deepest depths of it. And what she saw, what she continues to see… can only be described as nothing but the barest, rawest manifestation of horror. 

It haunted her, mocked her—endless hours of the most unrelenting torment imaginable. Her every waking moment was spent spiraling down a dark pit of despair without end. Hope was something she quickly abandoned. In this nightmare, there was no inkling, no foolish notions of salvation. 

She typed. How many rewrites and revisions have there been already? Too many, surely. Amanda could feel the weight and strain of it all with every push of a key. Still, she typed, and typed, and typed.