I had reached the point where I swore was going to pass out from blood loss, but Amy’s message finally came through.

It said, “I’m impressed.”

My arm was screaming, begging for bandages, but that was four. Only one more question. One more. I could do one more.

But what the hell was it? Choosing between eating rats or spiders? Being blind or deaf? Killing my brother or sister?

No.

No, I remembered what it was.

Amy, or whatever the hell the bitch’s name was, had asked, “Would you rather be drowned in a bathtub or be trapped in a burning building with no way of escaping?”

I was terrified of water, so I had chosen the building.

And I could already smell the searing wood.