What the hell.

I watched as the two scenarios played before me, the horrifying consequences that I'd have to face, punching me right in the gut.

Truth or dare, Ridhwan?

I shouldn't have agreed to this.

I watched myself self get cooked like steak till warm and toasty and then promptly beheaded on the right screen, while the other screen showed my measly body being lowered into acid as knives were hurled at my body, precisely aimed at my skin to incite pure and utter agony.

I couldn't decide which was worse.

And the third screen? Oh, we don't talk about that one. Complete and total suffering. The god of all worse case scenarios in all of existence.

Stupid timepeeker.

It had been supposed to help me by showing me the future, not reveal to me all the ways I was about to die.

Was there really no other options?

Two was way too little.

"Come on little kiddo, truth or dare? Not so cocky now, huh?"

Just choose truth and lie your way out of it.

I glanced down. Sacred ground. I couldn't possibly mouth off such lies while standing on the sand that was treasures beyond measure by the gods. I wasn't a great follower of these so-called gods, but oh damn, with that third screen showing me just exactly how they would punish me? I ain't messing with anything even remotely related to being even the slightest bit of holy ever again. Never.

Now, I just had to make a choice.

A choice of how I would die.

Two complete dead ends.

I sighed.

I couldn't run away. I couldn't shout, scream, negotiate, talk. Nothing.

Stupid curse.

Just choose.

Truth or dare.

Choose dare. "I dare you to not do anything as we slowly and beautifully kill you. Not a sound. Not a peep."

Disobey? Well, the third screen is the answer to that.

Choose truth. "Who smashed the portrait of the Great Duke? Tell me. Now."

The truth? Me. I did. So I die.

Lie? I had absolutely no energy to even manage a half-baked lie, let alone a fully-fledged one possible of getting me out of the huge mess I was in, and hey, the third screen perfectly depicted what would happen to me if I did manage to do that.

I shut my eyes.

I had to come to a decision.

I looked up, opening my eyes and making contact with the warlock before me.

I was ready.

The curse on my mouth loosened. But not too much. I could only say three words.

Truth or dare.

"I choose..."

Death.

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my entry for WattpadShortStory's 'Truth Or Dare' contest :)