• the_novel_idealist

29 January 2021 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday

Every time I thought I had drawn close to its exit, the ever-revolving pillars reminded me who it was in charge of my fate.

Left, darkness. Right, no escape. Onwards then, as ordered.

The air swirled violently as the rotation of marble persisted, extracting precious oxygen - a paragon of claustrophobic malice.

Ahead, for the first time a figure, a sign that I had perhaps earned some small reprieve from the madness, but it quickly vanished.

Clutching the small vial as the roaring continued I replayed her final words: “See how long you last before you beg me for death.”