What if he descended into hell and wasn’t released?

What if he offered himself as ransom, not just for sin, but for all guilt, shame, perversion, hatred, abuse, and the ransom was accepted, fully, eternally? What if the burden of the world’s violence was not something he merely “paid,” but something that claimed him, body and soul?

What if the devil didn’t torture him with fire, but with what humanity truly is, what he tried to save?

What if, in hell, Christ is not a king, but a hostage?

What if he is subjugated, violated, broken endlessly, not in some abstract torment, but in the very way humanity breaks the innocent, used, mocked, enslaved, reduced?

What if he is, still, a sex slave in hell?

Not because God abandoned him,
But because we did.

Because sin didn't vanish when he died. It was poured into him, all of it. The filth, the madness, the cruelty.
And hell, being just, kept him.

What if Heaven is empty, and Christ is beneath us,
Endlessly degraded, endlessly silent,
So that we could be saved?

Would we still call it "grace"?
Would we still wear crosses around our necks?
Would we dare to speak his name?

Or would we realize, we never worshipped him.
We just sold him.
And left him there.