“I’m sure you can come up with something good.  Let’s start with your partner.”

There was a scream.  I tensed.

The scream didn’t stop.  It continued, a steady, constant loop, the beginning the same, the ending varying.

“What… story?”

The scream changed, intensifying.  It continued looping, just a little louder, a little less usual.

“Don’t be a baby,” Gray Boy said.  “That’s only a pocket knife I cut you with.”

“Trucks… vampir… dragons… what… do… you… want…”

“Think about it,” Gray Boy said.  “When I come back, I want to hear it.  If it isn’t a good one, I’m going to light a match.  They say a burn hurts more than any other kind of pain, inch for inch.  Look, see!  I’ve got a whole matchbox here.  A whole matchbox just for you two, and all the time in the world.”

The man’s oddly rhythmic screaming continued, dropping in volume.  It was barely audible as a door shut.

Wildbow, Worm, 26.6