This story is written as a series of seventeen drabbles - short fics of exactly 100 words each.
The Stuff of Nightmares Part 1
He had no choice. He picked up the pistol, hands trembling slightly, not from fear he hoped, but from weakness.
So tired. Days of questions, beating, starvation, darkness and then this game
This evil game.
He looked into their eyes and saw only hatred and a sadistic pleasure. He held the gun to his temple and gently pulled the trigger, his eyes resolutely open, watching the face of the man across from him in the tattered uniform, visibly shaking.
Click.
A sound empty of hope.
They both knew. Only one chamber was left.
One bullet.
He passed the pistol over.