"Simon says.....Stand up."
Everyone stands.
"Simon says...lift your arms over your head."
The rules are simple, and followed as per the directions of the game.
"Run." The command echoes in the room.
One girl takes off, running as fast as her feet will carry her. Her hands are tied together in front of her, her legs shackled, and her mouth gagged. She runs awkwardly a few feet, stopping as to not trip. She continues to run, her restraints making a harsh clanging sound as they furiously work together to allow her movement.
Simon shakes his head, a low, sinister chuckle rumbling from his chest.
"I didn't say Simon says," he said.
Her screaming sobs bounce off the walls as he shoots an arrow from his crossbow directly into her back. She falls, her body landing in a pool of blood, soaking into her hair and clothing.
He turns back the other captives, wide-eyed and trembling with fear. He begins again.
"Simon says..."
By krshann
Spiritual Blackmail Community Member 
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