Four Challenging Horsemen
Fifteen minutes can be a very long time
“Now that you’re all tied up to your chairs, we’ll proceed with the torture.”
Jermaine opened the newly illustrated torture box. He had commissioned four different artists, one for each side, and the result was dazzling. His four instruments lay on the dark velvet, waiting for their public.
He knew to the cent how much these new exquisite toys had cost. He also knew it was a bargain. He would have paid much more for such quality of torture. So much more. They were handmade and crafted with care over many years, materializing twisted minds’ eerie thoughts. True nectars.
They weren’t shiny.
They were rough on the edges.
And it was all on purpose.
“I’m in a good mood today. I’ll give you a choice. I’ve got four instruments for you to choose from. They’re named DEATH, REENTRY, WORK, and SPACE. Don’t get me wrong. You’ll have to experience the four of them; to the last letter. But you’ve got a say as to the order.”
Maybe I’m too generous, thought Jermaine. I should check with the Boss.
“Ev! Is that ok if they have the choice of the order?”
“Under one condition, Jermaine. They have to read the honorable mentions as well.”
This is a work of fiction in response to this unexpected prompt. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, actual writers’ challenges, ongoing or closed, or actual events, is purely coincidental.
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