This is the fifth part in the tale. Find the prequels here:
Now the tale continues..
No voice told me what to do. My curiosity had turned into a feeling of repulsion.
I aimed my glock, randomly. I did not know what my bullets could do against this aural entity I was dealing with. However, I was not going to go down without a fight. I heard the voice sigh.
“You do realise, that your puny weapon is going to do you no good, right? Be a good boy a drink up the milk. You walked in here uninvited. This is the least you could do.”
I waved the gun around, vacillating between pseudo targets to shoot at.
“No, I will not. I came here uninvited. So, I am not going to ask for your permission to leave.”
This time, as the voice replied, I could sense a tone of amusement in it.
“Looks like we will do this the hard way, after all.”
The room I was inside vanished in an instant. Now, I found myself inside a dungeon of sorts, staring at the skull of a beast…
(Find the sequel here: Part 6 – Flash Fiction: No Other Choice)
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