Mindless watching

“No, please…,” she begged when she saw the instrument clutched in his hand. “You don’t understand! I won’t…I can’t survive.”

Either oblivious to her anguish or ruthlessly sadistic, he didn’t pay attention to her pleas. Instead, he pressed a button, changing the channel. The scene behind her moved, flickered, coming into focus.

“No! Not…no…” her voice trailed off in watery gurgles; her slim body convulsing.

“Who lives in a pineapple…”

Click. He changed the channel again.

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