Next Morning.
The prisoners of Tartarus don't know whether it is night or day.
They can't sleep—they aren't allowed to sleep.
They will always work or get tortured.
This is the punishment they get for doing evil deeds in their lives.
All of them were thinking.
Why didn't they live good lives?
Why did they have to do evil deeds?
Most of the people here were murderers, r*pists, robbers, etc.
But all of them were horrible people who got enjoyment for causing pain for others.
There were women also.
Not only men, because everyone can do evil deeds.
But all of them had one thing common in Tartarus.
Their pain will never end.
Every one of Tartarus prisoners regrets everything, but it's too late for regrets.
They didn't feel regrets when they hurt innocent lives, and now... It is too late.
