---Isabelle---
NO! DANIEL! STOP! PLEASE!
I try shouting out but no one heard me , tears started to roll down my face as he approached me slowly,
every step making my heart beat a thousand times faster.
"I'm so sorry" Daniel chokes out staring back at me waiting for my reaction.
Its ok it's not your fault I don't blame you. You had no choice ...
why can't my stupid mouth work why am I standing still like this? I should fight or beg or do something Anything but I couldn't I just stood there my eyes glued at the broaching Daniel whose holding the knife that will soon cut one of my precious little fingers.
Sick. I know, sick is one of the words that pops into my mind when I look at Locus HE IS SICK.
My heart skips a beat when Daniel stops in front of me All my fear turns to reality. Getting cut by a knife when slicing a fruit is painful seeing all that blood escape from that small cut is unbearable I can't Imagine the pain and all the blood of losing a finger I will defiantly pass out and whoever says it's not a big deal should go to hell.
I close my grip painfully as nails nip down my skin he holds out his hand in front of me making me choose which hand to give him I stood their staring at his hand not daring to make a move.
"come on now I got better thing to do. Do it or have her killed" Locus shouts from behind his disk looking bored as if this is something he does every day.
I saw Daniel hesitate then grips my left hand harshly I close my eyes painfully as I feel my nails sink deeper into my skin unwilling to spread out my hand to him.
"please help me on this I really don't want to do this but I got no choice either this or he kills you and I know he will because he has something on you so please just open your hands and I'll do it quick you won't feel a thing" Daniel whispers slow I can see his own hands shaking but what did he mean when he said he had something on me! It's really not the time to think about it, stupid brain
"Tony shoot at my count down" Locus hissed clearly running out of patients
"10" Locus starts the countdown
Daniel acts quickly trying to lose my grip not minding my crying
"9"
He succeeds in opening my hands forcefully.
trace of blood is clear in my palm caused by my nails
"8"
"Please don't" I finally whimpered to god knows who
"7"
"I have no choice" he whispers his eyes never meeting mine
"6"
"which one?" Daniel chokes out
"5"
"Damn it Isabelle answer me" Daniel shouts but I didn't answer
how can he make me choose something like this i want all my fingers, I need all my fingers
"4"
He holds out my pinky not risking more time to wait for my answer
"3"
He Lifts the knife. And I start to shiver
"2"
I close my eyes as I cry my soul out, this is it I lose a finger or I die I have no idea which one will come first.
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