There was no pity on her face. Only a mocking amusement. "Hell? Oh, puppy, you don't know what Hell is."
Her lips curled into a smirk. "Don't worry. I'm not giving you the full tour. Maybe just a little taste." Her hand turned, palm upwards, and within it swirled a ball of writhing, dark energy. It pulsed with eerie hunger.
A memory of pain, of the grief and anguish of the world, as raw and alive as she had felt it months ago. Only a taste, a brief moment of that torment. "Maybe next time, you'll remember to think before your mouth starts going."
She raised the hand to her lips and gently puffed air from her cheeks, as though blowing a kiss. The ball of energy shot from her hand, straight at the trapped boy.