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The man held up a long, jagged knife. "One of you loses a finger today," he said. "Will it be him or you? The choice is yours."
She looked over at the man next to her. Her partner of twenty years. Her best friend. His face was white with fear. He looked away.
She turned her gaze back to the knife, and wished she hadn't.
She hated that a part of her was tempted to choose him.
"Me," she said, and braced herself for the pain.
"Good," said the man with the knife. "Then you agree. He chose you, too."
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Whumptober 2024
RandomA hundred-word story (yes, exactly one hundred words) for every day in October. Written for Whumptober: https://whumptober.tumblr.com/
