That’s not enough. Make him unable to speak, unable to even move a finger to communicate, unable to blink. And then make him immortal, but let his body continue to decay. Let every nerve in his body signal the most exquisite pain possible. And let him never pass out. Let his exhaustion be impossibly immense, yet let him never have a single moment of rest or peace. I don’t want him to go to Hell. I want Hell to come to him.