Chapter 15

“Where are we?” Robby inquired.

The panic was apparent in Robby’s voice, but Benjamin wasn’t in the mood to be sympathetic or merciful. He pointed at the white cloth before narrowing his eyes at Robby.

“You’re dead,” Benjamin said. “Your stupid ass was drunk, and you had gotten yourself killed while attempting to drive yourself home. Fortunately, the only casualty is you.”

Robby’s eyes widened, obviously shocked. “What? No, I can’t…I can’t die. I’m young, I have a great job, and I’m about to get married.”

Benjamin laughed. “Oh, well. Too fucking bad. Suck it up. Now, get lost. I don’t want to see your face anymore.”

Robby darted his eyes back and forth between Benjamin and the entryway. “Where…where does that lead to?”

Benjamin smirked. “Straight to hell. Have a nice trip with the grim reaper, you motherfucking asshole!”