I’d had my fill of “otherwise”: do something that will stain your soul or have awful repercussions rain down on friends, family, and of course, yourself.
I was kneeling, gun at my temple, implacable killer standing over me. The frozen ground crept up my spine; frost coating my ribs. I shivered in fear and with cold.
“Francis”, my potential killer purred, “it’s a simple choice: rejoin the family, everything forgiven. Otherwise, I drag everyone you love to this very spot and… they don’t get a choice.”
Mouth full of lies, I said I would.
I must overpower and kill him.
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