To celebrate the weekend, I thought I’d tease you with a few lines from FINAL DEBT. (Because I’m cruel)
“READY TO DIE, Nila?”
Cut’s voice physically hurt me as he forced me to my knees. “In five minutes, this will all be over.” He bent to the side and collected a wicker basket.
The wicker basket.
I didn’t want to think about what its contents would be.
He placed it on the other side of the wooden block.
My lungs demanded more oxygen. My brain demanded more time. And my heart…it demanded more hope, more life, more love.
I’m not ready.
I cried out as the scratchy blackness of a hood engulfed my face, tightening by a cord around my throat.
This was it.
The Final Debt.
Cut pushed my shoulders forward.
A heavy yolk settled over the top of my spine.
I closed my eyes.
I said goodbye.
I waited to die.