Elements of the Resistance
Grimy, calloused hands grasp my wrist and thumb. It bends: snap. The other four fingers follow: snap, snap, snap, snap. I steel myself against the pain, flailing helplessly against more to come.
My tormentor restrains my arm; his accomplice pushes firey iron onto my palm, my broken fingers forced to grip it. I stifle a cry; it burns, it burns.
They leave, laughing. Only then do I realize which hand throbs.
I will never hold a sword again.
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