The hands on his neck tightened as the lava streamed down his eyes and throat burning him to death silently, his voice had gone, his internal organs had melted down and Fannah could not wait but beg for death to come sooner, his body went languid and he became numb like the lava had finally burned his heart too.
He could not struggle anymore, he looked downwards with what little sight he had left to see that half of his body was already gone, what remained was burning voilently as he felt his breath stopping, when something squirmed inside him.
"Where is it, where is it, I wonder". A voice mumbled in his ears quietly, like asking for a hidden treasure.
The hand scratched his stomach, rubbing along the insides of it as the hand tried to rip it off, cutting through veins with its nails as a scream reverberated through the whole ocean of fire.
The soul ripped his stomach out in front of his burnt eyes as it chomped on the organ that was smooth and acidic, splattering the blood onto Fannah's face who could only stay there screaming and crying blood from his eyes.
"This is not it". The soul grimaced and tossed Fannah's stomach aside and put its hand in his body once again, grabbing everywhere as it tried to get something inside him.
"I heard it's delicious, where is it?, huh, where?" The soul hissed in frustration as it got its hand on something and pulled it out hysterically, as Fannah's burnt eyes widened in shock and pain, his body started shaking and his head felt like it was going to explode.
The soul put the organ in its mouth but threw it out immediately, wailing in agony.
"i got it wrong again, it is not supposed to be grainy and mushy, let me try again". The soul cried as it started rumaging through his body again.
Fannah did not understand what was happening, why was he feeling pain when his body was gone, why were burnt eyes crying, how was he screaming even if he had no mouth left, what was the feeling of his stomach and liver being pulled in half when he had no organs left.
He thought as the soul scratched what was remaining inside, brushing it's hands cruelly over as its hand started coming out of his throat, at this moment Fannah finally understood, this was the curse of Al-samash, he could not escape even in death, only agony waited for him for the rest of his life.
Fannah could feel the hand making its way to his heart, now slowly and surely.
"Here it is, I can feel it, your delicious delicious heart, I will eat this forbidden fruit of sin, I will eat all your regrets, don't worry go to sleep now". The voice said greedily.
Fannah too closed his eyes or whatever it was that he was seeing through, when he felt the souls holding his body loosening up as they swam upwards, greedy laughter echoed through the sea of hell as the soul softly started cutting his heart out of his body.
Fannah looked up and saw something coming towards him, a dark figure, calling out to something that Fannah didn't recognize, his hands floated up, the hands that should have been burnt way before death, the figure held his hand and a scream shook him in counciusness
The soul cried as it tried to rip his heart out but before it could, everything flipped and the fire engulfed the two figures together.
Fannah felt like he was spiralling through a vortex as the pain of having his body turned inside out made it impossible for him to understand what was happening, something or someone was holding his hands as they spiralled out of the vortex.
He fell to the ground, hard and wet, his body was shaking as his mouth started bleeding out mixture of bile juices, he held his stomach in pain as he cried out the tears of what seemed to him was blood and fire.
"Fannah, are you okay?, open your eyes". Someone said, it was a familiar voice but due to pain Fannah could not make out who it was, but the way his heart hurt, made him sure that it was the person he wanted to see the least In the world.
"Fannah". The voice called out again, but he did not answer, keeping his mouth shut, like trying to convert the message that he didn't want the person to come, to help or save him.
"Fannah, this is not the time to be stubborn, are you okay?". The voice asked again, trying to flip him over and see his face.
"I don't want to see you right now Sufiyan, get lost". Fannah screamed as he felt his throat had gone completely dry, why was not he dead yet, was this just another dream, what was sufiyan doing here, he didn't know and he didn't want to know, right now he just knew he was in pain and that's all.
"You are not dead nor is this a dream, your body is still intact but if that thing cut out your heart you would really die and suffer that hell over and over again until they were done". Sufiyan explained as if he could read Fannah's thoughts that were hidden behind his knitted eyebrows and dazed eyes.
He slowly put his hand on Fannah's and closed his eyes, trying to give him some kind of comfort, but it didn't last long as Fannah yanked his hand down, as he curled himself up, trying to form a ball and snuggle up on himself.
"Fannah, let me take a look". Sufiyan said and tried to loosen Fannah's hold on himself within in a blink of an eye Fannah opened his eyes and a loud bang revertebrated throughout the surroundings.
Sufiyan's back had hit the side of the well as he laid on the ground helplessly, he could not breath anymore and he felt like his spine and ribs were broken into pieces, he didn't know what happened, Fannah had opened his eyes and before he could say or do anything he was flung into the air by a mysterious force.
"I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE". Fannah's voice rumbled as he got up from the ground and walked towards Sufiyan, his eyes full of blood lust as he walked towards Sufiyan who was trying to write away from his place but to no avail.
Fannah gripped Sufiyan's throat with his one hand and pulled him up, levitating him in the air with an unconcealable anger in his eyes.
Sufiyan didn't know what to do, he wanted to fight back but Fannah's grip was too tight around his throat and he could not fight back, his eyes bulged out of the sockets and his feet started shaking violently, he tried to punch Fannah's stomach and arms but nothing happened.
Sufiyan was about to give up, when his eyes landed on his neck, the locket was still there, sufiyan grabbed the locket in his hand and tried to pull it off, but it didn't budge from its place.
"GO TO HELL". Fannah screamed and tightened his grip on Sufiyan's throat.
Sufiyan put all his strength on the locket and pulled it towards himself so hard that Fannah's foot slipped and both of them fell into the well, they kept going down for twenty minutes or so in the dark before they hit the ground again.
Sufiyan looked at the grassy floor beneath him and found that he had pulled the locket off of Fannah who had fallen far from him.
As Sufiyan took a breath of relief he saw that Fannah was getting up from his place, the anger was still there in his eyes as they burned with fire and passion, sufiyan staggered back from his place and was about to get up and run away when he saw that Fannah could not get up from his place and fell face first on the grass again.