The man on the floor stopped grinding. He gagged, spitting out a mouthful of blood and fine, glittering shards. He looked up at Michael, his eyes wide and pleading, his voice a bubbling, thick whisper.
“P-please! I did it! I chewed it! I did what you asked! Spare me! Please, don’t kill me! I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”
Michael’s expression remained calm.
He took a slow, deliberate step closer. He looked down at the broken man, the pool of blood spreading around him.
“I changed my mind," Michael said with an almost bored expression.
The man's eyes went wide with sudden, absolute horror as the meaning of the words sank in.
Then, faster than a snake strike, Michael moved. His hand, a blur of motion, shot out and struck the side of the man's neck.
His head was cut off from the rest
