A Choice to be Made

I saw the Dark One appeared before me.

"Look at me," she said, her voice fierce yet calm.

I barely had the strength to lift my head. When she saw I couldn't muster the strength to do that simple movement, she grabbed me by the jaw, forcefully lifting my head.

"You, you have disobeyed me, for the first and last time."

The Dark One backed away with the flick of her hand, the chains that bound me unlocked. She let me drop to the ground.

"Stand, hurry up."

Barely able to gather myself, I brought myself slowly to my feet using the wall as a support.

"You need a reminder, never to disobey my commands again. Pick!"

"What?!"

"Pick, pick a body part!" Her voice intense and cold.

What she asks what I thought she was asking. Was she serious?

"Hurry up pick a body part, or I'll remove one for you. You won't like what I choose. Hurry up. Five... Four... Three... Two..."

As she counted down all I could feel was terror and fear. But I was desperate to have some control over this situation.

"My finger!" I screamed.

"Done."