The lacquered box felt so unnatural as his fingers caressed it, desperately trying to find a button or indent in which to interact with. It had been several hou…
CLICK
Oh, were starting, okay.
The box creaked into life and it began to turn and twist, blood trickled down its side. The berk holding it had caught his finger in one of the gaps. The room dimmed and the lights flickered, but the walls glowed with an unnerving fluorescence. Paint chipped, paper peeled, and the wall cracked. The door was open, and from it emerged five figures. They were grey skinned and showed a pleasant agony in their scarified and mutilated appearance. The Cenobites. The first, who wore barb around its groin, and leather choking its neck and making the head bulbous, spoke
"Do you know wh… Oh not again!" he pointed to the alter and its offerings.
"The Doves heads, yes, the rose petals a nice touch. But a jug of piss, another freaking urine sample, how do so many get this wrong, who keeps spreading it about that we want that, who?"
The second Cenobite, whose fingers ended in scalpels and whose eyes hung low on chains around his neck, said
"I think it's the guardians, having another of their hilarious jokes"
"I heard Mammon said it to annoy Lord Leviathan," The third dopey looking one said whilst he picked he chewed on one of the dove heads
"Can we just get on with this?" The fourth said looking annoyed through his deep-set eyes and slanted mouth. The fifth sighed
"Erm… yes. Do you know who we are?" asked the first. The man in front of them nodded and finally spoke
"Yes I do, you have come to grant me my three wishes"
"Pardon?" said the third
"Once I complete the puzzle box 5 beings come to grant me my three true desires"
"OH. Sorry mate but that's a genie" the third said
"Then what do you do?"
"We'll show you," the fifth said. And the room fell into darkness.
"ARGGGHHHHH!"
"We haven't touched you yet"
"I just caught my bare toe a loose nail! This is the worst pain ever"
"Do we have to take this guy?"
"Yes, its our job"
"Send out the chains"
KCHK SHWISH
"Actually this hurts less" The man remarked as the door closed, leaving only blood splatters, a jug of urine, and the box.