5-Feb-2020

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5-Feb-2020

I haven’t written much microfiction (between 6 and 300 words). This bit of twisted horror and humor is less than 250 words.

“Um, hello?”

“Oh my. Hold on. Coming. Oh dear, you weren’t supposed to wake up until I had you tied to the sacrificial altar.”

“The what? Ah. I see. Is that authentic?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Is that Aztec?”

“Duplicated.”

“And what about the rack over there?”

“I got that at an estate sale. Sixteenth century.”

“Impressive. You have quite the array of ways to kill people here.”

“It’s what I do.”

“You’re going to kill me?”

“That’s right.”

“I assume if I scream no one will hear me?”

“Correct.”

“Any particular reason you picked me?”

“You have a bright aura. I need it to survive.”

“Huh.”

“I’m going to have to knock you out again to move you. Just a prick on your neck.”

“Sure. Whatever. But are you married to the idea of the altar?”

“Uh, well, I haven’t used it in a while. And to be honest, a knife to the heart is probably the most humane thing I have here. The ceremony isn’t long. Why?”

“What about that?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. If I’m going to die may as well make an experience of it.”

“I—I’ve only used it once.”

“Time for number two.”

“For having such a bright aura, you are a particularly twisted person.”

“Says the guy who has a bonafide torture chamber at his disposal. Besides, we’re all supposed to do things that take us out of our comfort zones.”

“Fair point I suppose. Give me a few moments.”


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