“You are condemned!” The witch’s voice boomed with finality.
The witch waved her wand through the air in an infinity symbol, on the third wave, a nebulous chain appeared. As she placed it around Bartlby’s shoulders, words appeared in each link of the chain. Every beating and insult, etched into the links.
“This chain is made up of the pain and indignities you inflicted on her. You will carry it for eternity.”
“NO!” Bartleby gasped as the links hardened into steel and the weight of it forced him to his knees before it bore him screaming through Hell’s dark gate.
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