The Getaway Resort

Blake had been low down before, but never as low as he felt at this very moment. After his ex-wife had spontaneously aborted their long awaited firstborn child things had moved quickly. Tests and their results (his sperm count being deemed to be way below average), fighting over the little things and later the big things, his wife finding fresher stock outside of the marriage, couple's therapy where Blake somehow ended up with the full blame for the relationship breaking down, a messy divorce and now seeing that bitch Veronica cradling her babybump next to her new boy-toy Brandon.

 The last 18 months had felt like slowly sinking deeper and deeper into his own personal hell, and now he was here: the ninth and final ring. Blake felt like he was sitting right in front of Lucifer himself. The devil's wings blowing hard ice and sleet from the frozen ground against his back, agony and pain slowly ripping his skin apart and leaving him numb, bloodied and raw. He finished his third glass of whisky for the morning and decided it was time to check the mail slot.