Sins of the Fluffy [SHORT]

>Fire Burns
>Souls Scream
>There sits the damned puff ball, literally embedded into the rock itself at the mid-section.
>Rear-end exposed for torture
>front to let out the screams
>every hour (by our reckoning of time, for time is meaningless in this place of nightmares) a demonic form takes a hot iron and presses it into the fluffy one's genitals.
>the fluffy screams in agony
>"Why huwt fwuffie?! All fwuffie wanted was gwive hwuggies!
>The demon laughs
>"Maybe you should've asked them nicely first!"
>"Hey!" the fluffy one responds indignantly, "ifs they no wants hwuggies then they no dwess wike swuts!"
>the demon responds to this with the iron
>the fluffy sinner screams
>such is life in this place of many names, that for convenience, we will call
>hell