8th Circle, 4th Pouch

                 Pain unimaginable to the human psyche consumed her body.  An invisible cocoon had formed around her, holding the pain close, unwilling to share with the outside world.  Each minute a new pain added to the collection as a part of her body twisted against its natural design.  The popping sound made by bones repositioning resounded in her head in slow-motion time with the new body arrangement.    The darkness of overwhelming oblivion refused to welcome her into its numbing embrace.  Instead she continued to suffer the tortures of this impious place.

                Around her, screams rent the air.  She was sure many of the cries originated from within her.  (Long ago she gave up trying to bite back the involuntary outbursts, seeing it as speeding her journey down the path toward insanity.)  How many others inhabited this place she hadn't yet worked out.  Her field of vision was limited to the small area slightly to her left—POP—now a little more to the left.  OW.  It's quite terrifying to realize you have no control over your head.  In life a normal person has, while not quite up to owl standards, quite a range of neck motion.  In this particular afterlife only the eyes' range of movement grant the view. 

                Also, her balance wasn't yet at a level she could rely on for safely turning in circles in order to take a head count.  Quite frankly she was amazed at the bodies she saw walking around.  She tried not to notice them because the terrifying vision they presented only made her aware of how she would look when this metamorphosis was complete.  Her wildest nightmares couldn't have prepared her for this. 

                Speaking of nightmares, she almost missed them.  Since arriving here the chance to break from existence into a deep slumber, or even a light one, was nonexistent.  What she wouldn't give for the chance to—POP—run from a killer only to fall from a cliff and end up standing naked in front of a classroom full of really hot looking guys.  OW!  Unfortunately this lack of sleep allowed her the chance to try to remember how she ended up here—wherever here was.