A little girl cried outside a crowded restaurant, pointing at a trash can: “My mom is sleeping in there.” The wealthy diners laughed and threw food at her. But when a billionaire pulled up, stepped out, and slowly lifted the lid…

into the abyss.

I awoke in hell.

It was a darkness so absolute it felt viscous, pressing against my eyeballs. The stench was apocalyptic—a sickening cocktail of rotting organic matter, stale rain, and the metallic tang of my own blood. My wrists were bound with something sharp, wire that bit into my flesh with every agonizing twitch. I was buried beneath continue reading …