She averted her gaze and sank to the ground. She touched the cold grass with her palms and looked askance at the instrument. A tired groan escaped his lips. This is the peak of cruelty. She couldn’t touch the damn handle and dig a hole for herself with her own hands, although she did this all the time when she planned revenge and set up.

- Minute to choose - I heard a voice with a hint of bestial pleasure. Or goodbye kneecap.

He spoke with undisguised pleasure and was clearly not bluffing.

She covered her face with her hands as if in protest. Weakly swaying from side to side,...