Status Updates From Deeper Than Hell

He eventually introduced me to Sybil, an Acolyte with her eyes and mouth sewn shut. Her nose was grossly distended into a single, gaping nostril that emitted a slurping noise with every inhalation, a farting noise with each exhalation. Hauptnadel dragged her around by a thick black braid extending from the top of her head.

I was hoping to see Sybil 🖤

I’d be fitted with permanent stainless-steel rings through my shoulders, ass cheeks, and calves so I could sleep with the other Acolytes: Suspended by hooks over a pit of smoldering coals. I’d be put on a heavy diet of female hormones. And, most importantly, I’d be given a Baptism by Trepanning.