They're all staring at me, waiting. The church of our quiet town was practically full this sunday and the first part of my sermon went great. But the second half took a very sinister turn, and now, not a single person dare disobey my orders. It was the only way. Before the game began, I was given "The belt of destruction." I always had two options, two voices; Left and Right. So far, my options were pretty easy; Left: "Make everyone sitting on the right side of the church give away all their money." Right: "Make everyone on the left side slit their wrists." I chose Left of course. Left: "Make everyone take off their clothes." Right: "Make all the men kill the women." As the two voices progessed in their little game, the more sinister and outrageous their options became...but, I had to choose one, and, everyone in the church had to obey. Again, it was the only way. Left: "Nominate someone to chop off their hand." Right: "...Chop off your hand." No-one in the church knew my options, only I did. I slowly raised my right arm and pointed to a man sitting in the 5th row. "You...You have to chop off you hand." The entire church erupted in muffled screams, but they all stayed in their seats and obeyed like the good citizens they were. The man recieved an extremely sharp knife for the task and he proceeded with the command. He raised the knife like a silent hero, and he didn't pause once. Not a single hesitation. He brought down the knife with great speed, slicing his hand from his wrist so smoothly, it looked like a joint of ham being run through a meat-slicer. He didn't make a sound. He passed out instantly. Left: "That was fun..." Right: "Ready to go again?..." I'd almost forgotten about the eleven or twelve year old girl who was stood to my left and on full view to rest of the church. She had a gun to her head and a knife at the throat. Her parents wept in the front seats, holding each others hands while fighting back the urge to stand up and save her. But, they can't. They too, had to obey. One of the escaped convicts were creepily whispering and cooing in her ear as she silently cried. She shivered as he slowly and sadistically stroked her hair. Left: "You have to shoot the girl." Right: "You have to slice her throat." The other two convicts that were stood behind me and whispering in my ears, started getting angry when I didn't give them a response. Left: "...Make a choice, Father." Right: "...Shoot, or slice, Father." "..." Left: "Don't forget about the chain of C4 taped around your chest, Father..." Right: "Make the choice..." Left: "Shoot, or, slice?..." Left voice proceeded to show me the detonator he held in his hand. The detonator to "the belt of destruction." I gulped. Left and Right together: "Shoot...or...slice!?"