“What is this place—”
Ork was plummeting—
“What the hell did you do to me—”
Ork fell into a roller-coaster car—
“Release me at once—”
Tentacles bound Ork hand and foot—
“Let me go!!!!!!!”
The Ork roller coaster hurtled, in the most Ork-like fashion imaginable, into the gap between Hell’s nineteenth and twentieth levels, moving at a speed like that of the long-lost season that once existed between winter and spring; on a king-size Simmons mattress festooned with barbed wire, Ork endured an execution at the hands of the night itself; in a cradle fashioned from a remodeled Iron...
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