I believe that when a lot of people imagine the concept of hell, they imagine "eternal torment" as being burned alive eternally. As if the physical, or even somehow the spiritual body of a person is literally skewered and then rotated by crank--rotisserie style--over an open flame.
I don't think so.
I believe hell is a place where the populace can roam. Because of the many descriptions pointing directly to fire, I feel we must assume that is definitely a hot place. Likely there are flames burning constantly all around. But I rather think much of the torment itself will be the inescapability; the absence of God's presence, and the constant thirst (literal and figurative)... the yearning for a way out or for a mulligan / do-over.
Take Jesus' parable of the rich man and Lazarus for example. Jesus describes the rich man who died and went to hell, as a man who was thirsty and dying for just a drop of water, yet able to speak, and even able to somehow see others who had died, who were in a much better place. Yet, the rich man was described as being in anguish in the flame, I do concede that. I just can't imagine that hell will be a constant, uninterrupted scorching of someone because if that were true, they would be constantly screaming in agony and would not even have the capability to utter a single word, let alone beg for forgiveness; let alone observe and study what others are doing.
I can't quite grasp what Jesus was fully describing, but, I still have to conclude that the people in hell will have at least a few moments now and again to collect their thoughts and see what is going on around them.
Some of the worst dreams I have ever had are centered on the same motif. I've had so many of these dreams I can't even count. Whatever the scenario is, the theme is always the same. I do something really, really horrible. So bad that I don't even want to face up to it and I would rather die. When the dream comes to a close, I end up realizing there is no more running; no more chance of escape; and I have this indescribable, deep feeling of regret, wishing for a second chance to do it over again, but knowing it won't happen; concluding that suicide is the only option. Inevitably, when I wake up from these intense dreams, it takes me a significant amount of time to shake off the feeling of dread, anxiety, guilt, and grief.
One thing I am certain of is, the horror these dreams have shown me is just a microscopic glimpse at what it would feel like to be condemned to hell.