In the hell of men, there is a panoply of perversions; anything you desire can and should be yours. Pornography on big screens all around the house, with the variations of degradation limited only by the depths of depravity and the laws of physics. Sex is everywhere and loneliness, not love, is its natural companion. Violence is the way the hierarchy is sorted out, might makes right. Women are objects, children are irrelevant. Part frat house, part gay bath house, part Stanford Prison Experiment, this is the hell that men make.