Fantasy Drabble #64 “Collection”

I stumbled and fell before I got ten feet. It was the sulfur smell… I was nauseous. Maybe also weak from the blood loss.

It was ten feet tall, all shiny black armor, claws and teeth. It was laughing as I pulled myself up, retching. “You won’t escape, surely you know that.”

My strength was gone after only a few more steps. I collapsed in a heap and vomited into the dust.

“You made a deal.”

Behind me, the mansion was crumbling. I heard screams. The wife, kids.

“Ten years,” he said in his basso profundo voice. “Time to pay.”

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