"There are four kinds of torture at the same time. That's why you do not have to test a guy for the fifth.
"Space again?" another demon asked.
-No historical? "How do you like my friend like the fascists?" - Smiling, the devil showed three rows of crooked teeth. And another demon grew in size tentacles; ends pointed.
Donald Trump quite sincerely replied:
- I hate them!
The devils chorused, mocking:
- And it is necessary to grow fond. For one thing, how do you feel about Jews?
- Quite a normal very talented people. - Through a multi-leveled wave of pain, Donald Trump said.
Demons like this very satisfied, and they growled:
"You'll be a Jew perfectly." Rather a little zhidenkom.
A moment later, Donald Trump felt like a boy of eight or nine years. He was completely naked, and next to him stood the same naked boys. They cut their hair, it was cold and sad, around the gray walls of barracks, barbed wire, barking dogs.
The machine was very stupid, they tore out the shreds of hair, but even more terrible was the ominous whisper.
"Now they will take us to the crematorium."
When the torture with hair ended, the evil fascists in black uniform and with the emblem skull with bones, striking, built them. Donald drew attention to how thin the children were, the boy walking in front of him could see every bone, the back turned into a solid bruise with scars and pussies. They were taken out into the street, it was snowing, the bare feet of the child were burned on a white surface, slightly tinted with frozen blood. A whip passed through the ranks, a biting blow fell upon Donald Trump's barely skinned buttocks.
- Keep a foot of the Jew's beasts.
It was evident that the children were trying because of all their strength, flashed a row in a row flushed bare heels. In the stomach of Donald's empty hungry gnawing guts, acid stifles the stomach. Barking sheep dogs run up to them, they seem to be rabid, mouths emanate foam. One of them is the most furious, almost biting off Donald Trump's skinny leg. The boy is scared, but those children that were torn off, are driven back into the formation with sharp bayonets. Finally they enter a building that emits a strong stench. Donald, and other children completely chilled and turned blue. Originally walking on the hot steel floor, he experienced a blissful feeling. Then it began to heat, and Donald Trump danced the hopak. His lips whispered a Jewish prayer.
"Have mercy on Yahweh." Give life to the boy! Lower the Nazis in Sheol!
Burning the children's feet became stronger, many of the guys had already started screaming and crying, and the smell of the scorched meat had become unbearable.
Boys very much of them pressed into a dense, then a signal sounds. Paul began to bend over. The children standing from the edge slowly but surely slipped into hell. The guys clung to each other, trying to grasp the smooth red-hot floor, but all in vain. Even in spite of all the suffering suffered, Donald Trump's heart beats like a machine gun.
Here comes his turn to slip into the underworld. The flame envelops him and follows incomparable pain, the skin burns quickly, and bones in voluptuous ecstasy licking fire. Donald Trump experiences every second separately, then, when the last bone is decaying, he turns out, again in the ranks. The horror repeats itself again and again.
"That's how you've reached the fifth step." - The devil is interfering with the sadist. "But this is not enough for you, you need to add speed."
Donald Trump's eyes expressed nothing, he was so overwhelmed with emotions that he could not speak. A demon with a bare skull suggested:
- Since we have returned to human history, it can again, we will repeat the episode with the Germans.
With a kind of participation, the prince of darkness asked insinuatingly:
What do you prefer; airplane or tank?
Damn Trump in return, grunted:
- Of course, the plane is much more dynamic.
The demon with sparks of curiosity in tone asked:
"And what kind of flesh will we give him?"
The devil twisted into a somersault and squeaky replied:
"Girls are best, men are so disgusting."
Once again, the landscape changed. Donald Trump felt himself flying in an airplane, here he was shot down and falling. At the very last moment, before the crash the pilot manages to jump out of the parachute, but the straps barely stretched, as a blow followed and an instant loss of consciousness.
Donald Trump picked up by the arms and splashed water in the face, around you can see bristling faces, swastikas, the emblem of the SS - two zippers. He is torn off his clothes, and a 100% natural Donald with horror sees two overgrown female breasts. They crumple, tweak, pull. Then they begin to tear off the sword belt.
Donald Trump desperately jerks, kicks with his feet. He is beaten with a butt on the head, then the cowards tear, climbing with dirty hands into intimate places. Frightened Donald roars like a woman, a woman's body influences the mind. He knows what must happen and trembles on the eve of this.
- That the whore, the night witch was caught, now drink a bowl of humiliation for the lost comrades.
Donald felt a sharp sting in his groin. He began with a frenzy of rape. At the same time Donald Trump had two men at once. It was not so much painful as humiliating, his man "cocked"
as the last prostitute - let him be even in the flesh of a beautiful girl. There were a lot of them, a lot of them and inside of him all broke the bay with a poisonous seed. Donald Trump thought that this would all end, but the fascists found another flour.
"She's a flier, let her fly!"
Donald Trump cut a vein, then pulled out the tweezers with veins and tied to the plane.
To hear hoarse and drunken voices:
- Well, here's a whore. Go to the flight, we want fabulous sensations.
The fighter took off, Donald Trump jerked and tore off the surface, only branches of the bush slashed over the bare, tanned female leg. The most terrible pain, when the veins began to climb out, was in front. It seemed that everything had already been tested by Donald Trump and there was nothing to surprise him, but in fact, the tendons were stretched out and the blood splashed from his eyes.
The plane wrote out pirouettes, made hills, barrels, dead loops. All this shook and threw the body.
Donald Trump roared, while the rest of his incarnations were tormented. Then the fighter began to drop sharply and Donald Trump crashed into the ground, then he was dragged along with thorns, dipped into a smelly swamp. All this made suffering a little different. It seemed like an airplane never run out of gas. However, flying over the sensation for more than one hour, he burns in a flash and everything again repeats.
The devil even sang a rough, scratched steel, barbed brush in his brain:
You know, you filthy dude,
Our evil has no beginning!
You will receive in a nickle,
All again again at first!
And the crown of thorns,
The point of the century's eyelids will not dull!
Your torment is over,
Never, never will come!
Strangely enough these words, instead of finishing off Donald Trump, he was revived. He was very sensitive to clumsy rhyme.
And the voice of the former US president gained confidence:
"You fucking talked in verse." So it's not all right with your horns.
The Devil's offspring hissed ominously:
- And I see you a little. I decided not to take it by catapult. I appreciate the sense of humor blamed, where he now define with the seventh form of torture. Maybe in a nuclear reactor.
The devil wiggled the warts with tentacles:
- Seven sacred number and it must be something grand. And such that suffering overwhelmed the measure.
The demon, sparkling with horns, gave his version:
- Then I propose a variant - a supernova, it will devour it from the inside.
- Great! Listen to Donald the billionaire and the fool! You are especially honored to experience what we offer only to the most notorious criminal and rebel leaders. Be afraid and repent of the enemy of the Lord!
Then, before his eyes, Donald was spinning, and he was in the center of a continuous multibillion-dollar flame, now the whole body dissolved in it, and he felt the terrible heat of every molecule. What he felt when he plunged into hell was only a childish babble compared to the voice of the archangel.
This eclipsed all other hypostases of pain. His brain seemed to swell, feeling at once the trillions of cubic kilometers of red-hot plasma. Now he realized what a real sense of pain is that has no analogues in the whole universe. And, nevertheless, even this was not the limit, the intensity of suffering all increased - the star experienced a second birth. What is a supernova explosion - one hundred trillion atomic bombs dropped into one place. And all the digest at once can not be a single psyche. Donald shuddered, there was a stupor in his brain, the last incarnation had finished him.
The black troll looked at his helpless body, the Magoplasma computer gave out:
"Hell killed him."
The Prince of Dark Forces with apparent sympathy said:
- What will have to return the little man.
Donald Trump came into himself all seven hypostases extinguished, devils angrily rumbled:
- You are lucky man. Your lady has interceded for you, the torture is over, but if you come to us again, it will be the same, but a thousand times stronger and more inventive, and most importantly for endless billions of years. Now get acquainted with Beelzebub.
Before Donald appeared a vague image, which instantly embodied with the concentration of all the terrible, all this was so disgusting that Donald Trump remembered only three curved corkscrews. Then a sharp finger pierced him through; be it not in Hell, he would have died immediately from such an operation, pierced from the buttocks to the neck. He was carried upwards, again a burning flame was raging around, flickers flashed past, and finally a ray of light cut through his eyes.
- While free. See you soon! Said Beelzebub. Donald once again disconnected when consciousness returned to his head, a gentle female voice said:
"My dear boy, how you were soaked in hell."