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My personal favorite portrait of hell is Jean-Paul Sartre's play, "No Exit."
The basic theme is that there are three people trapped together in a room for all of eternity. One is a lesbian, another a coward, and the third an upper class slut. There are three couches, and each person is assigned to a different couch. The torture is in that each person was specifically chosen, because their "sin" was entirely incompatible with the other peoples' view. They can't kill the others, for any peace of mind, nor can they shut any of the others up without concent. They can't close their eyes, and can't sleep. They're just... trapped with their own thoughts, wallowing in their own self pity and the others' derision.
If you can, find a copy of that play and read it. If you can't read French (I can't either), then find a translation.
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