"Let's make this interesting, shall we?" he sneered, twirling the dagger between his fingers with practiced ease. "A little game of cat and mouse, perhaps?"
He walked toward Lisa unsheathing a knife.
I started to thrash in my chains, causing my body to swing wildly. "Let her go you son of a bitch!"
Ignoring me, he reached for Lisa's hands as she pitifully tried to keep herself away from him.
I thrashed harder and harder. "NO! NO!"
The knife flashed and Lisa screamed. I screamed along with her incoherently, in despair. Weirdly, someone else was chuckling the whole time.
My eyes were drawn to the movement of something falling to the floor. It plopped to the ground and I stared at it for a long time before I processed what it was. A finger. Lisa's finger. I didn't want to look at it anymore.
