INFERNAL DESIRES

David Thomas didn’t believe in Hell—until he was dead.

The BMW’s tires had squealed as they hydroplaned off the rain-slicked road. David had instinctively reached for Carol, his wife and secretary of ten years, but it was too late. Metal twisted, glass shattered, and the world spun into black.

And then—silence.

When David opened his eyes, he wasn’t in a hospital. He wasn’t in Heaven, either. He was standing in an immense, obsidian hall filled with heat, laughter, and a scent like sex and smoke. Carol stood beside him, no longer the conservative woman who'd worn beige blouses and low heels. Her blouse was tighter, her lips redder, and her presence… undeniable.

He looked down at himself—his body leaner, younger. Stronger. His soul had been refitted.

"David Thomas," a voice echoed across the chamber like velvet sliding over steel. "And Carol. Welcome to Hell."

The figure who emerged from the shadows wore a crisp suit, though his eyes burned like coals. Satan, charming and terrifying in equal measure.

“You both died boring. But you lived with potential.” He circled them like a connoisseur admiring a rare vintage. “Now, I’m offering you purpose.”

David tried to speak but found his mouth dry. Carol, as always, beat him to it.

“What kind of purpose?” she asked, cool and poised.

“Earth,” Satan said. “Is stuck. Drowning in guilt and shame. We’re going to liberate it. And you’re going to help.”

He handed Carol a small, leather-bound book titled The Art of Orgasmic Influence.

“You will travel from city to city, couple by couple, turning repression into expression. You will seduce, convert, and unleash pleasure. Eternally.”

David furrowed his brow. “You want us to… start orgies?”

Satan grinned. “Not just start them. Ignite a global revolution. An orgiastic reawakening. Earth will become a paradise of the flesh. And you—my apostles of indulgence.”

With a snap of Satan’s fingers, the floor dropped from under them.

They fell.

And landed in Milton, Kansas—a conservative town of 20,000, quiet streets and stricter morals. David looked around at the well-manicured lawns and judgmental porch lights. Carol straightened her black blazer, now impossibly low-cut.

David adjusted his new, sharper suit, then glanced at Carol.

“Shall we begin?”

She smiled, her eyes glowing faintly red.

“Yes. Let’s give them a night they’ll never forget.”