One Hundred-Word Halloween Horror Story – Day 18


“Your home is, actually, the worst torture chamber of all” said the Sargent dryly.

The burly soldiers held Gustav in vice-like grips and lead him on. The Sargent held Anatoli, bouncing him gently.

He continued, “Why, in this room I could start the blender and run your hand into it. Or, maybe, in that room I could turn on the scalding shower and stream it over your genitals.

Why not?

Or press your only child’s face to the electric burners. While red-hot and vicious.

Shall we begin?”

Gustav could not answer, of course: His tongue had been clipped hours ago.

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