Rock, Paper, Scissors...

"Choose."

I closed my eyes and said nothing, silently pleading it would end, praying this wasn't real.

"Choose."

Again, I didn't answer, but deep in the pit of my stomach I knew I would have to. Why am I doing this? Why am I here? So many of my questions remain unanswered.

"Choose."

"No!" I pleaded, "I can't, please... I just can't!"

"You must choose now. I will not ask again."

I opened my eyes, my mind racing, trying ro calculate any possible escape from this. I could try to run. No, that won't work, this place is a maze. He would find me, and then God knows what he would do. I guess I could refuse, but then he'd probably just kill us both. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?

"Fine. You want me to choose, then I choose..."

to be continued...