Marvin is torn to shreds. But he's still Marvin. Not dead. He can't die because he already is. He's still conscious despite being nothing more than a pile of mangled, bleeding flesh. His guts dangle, pulsing outside his body, while the demon watches him with the patience of an executioner savoring every second. Marvin's blood splatters over the demons. Splatters across their faces and bodies, and they keep smiling. A smile that isn't just amusement. It's ecstasy. It's like they're on the verge of a tantric orgasm. And Marvin screams. Of course he screams. Because the pain is absolute. Because the pain is everything. Because the pain devours him. Marvin wails like an animal caught in a steel-jaw trap. And he begs. Pleads and screams. But he doesn't say the one thing that could stop the suffering. He doesn't say what the demon is waiting to hear. He doesn't say: "I want to confess." He doesn't say: "I'll confess." He doesn't say: "I'll tell you everything." So the demon keeps going.
He rips off Marvin's cock. Yanks it off like a loose tooth. Then the arms. First one, then the other. He pulls until the joints snap and the flesh tears with a wet, sickening sound, like a soaked rag being ripped apart. Next, the legs. Then the torso. He slices it open. The heart drops to the ground, still beating, still pumping blood that drips through the demon's fingers. Marvin can't stop screaming. And the demons pant with delight. And suddenly, Marvin is whole again. One piece. Entire. But since he still refuses to confess, the demon keeps going. He grabs Marvin by the ankles and stretches him like a rag doll, splitting him in two. In one of the halves, the head dangles, held together by a thread of flesh and tendons. The demon grins, lets the two halves drop to the ground, and with a casual flick of the wrist, rips out the spine. Holds it up like a trophy.
Marvin is no longer Marvin. He's a puddle of shredded flesh and crushed bones. A butchered heap of what used to be a man. And then—again. Yes, Marvin comes back. Whole. Complete. And the pain comes back too. And Marvin knows he can't take it anymore. He knows it. But he also knows that what he just endured is nothing compared to what's coming. He knows this was just a taste. A warm-up. The real Hell is still ahead. The real pit. A place where this pain will multiply by a thousand, by a million, forever. A pain without end.
Marvin wants to keep holding on. He wants to resist. Not end up where he knows he belongs. Where he knows he deserves to be punished. Because he's guilty. Yes, he is.
And that's it. Marvin can't take it anymore.
"I'll confess!" Marvin screams. "I'll confess! I'LL CONFESS!"
The demon smiles, satisfied with Marvin's surrender. The other demons laugh. Marvin weeps. And the red ground keeps throbbing beneath him, like a buried heart that will never stop beating.