The person behind Claire started tearing at her clothes, leaving her humiliated like never before. She reached for her sword, but Suzanne kicked it away smoothly. "You want to die, but I'm not letting that happen, Claire. Not before you get my grand surprise. And if you even think about ending it all, I'll make sure your friend's ashes get fed to the dogs."
"Suzanne, you're... you're out of your mind."
"Who's more unhinged than you, Claire? I learned all these tricks from you."
Suzanne settled back into her seat. Claire was forcibly dressed in a costume and dragged to her feet by several people. From below the stage, Suzanne commanded, "Claire, sing for me. Sing your famous 'The Last Goodbye' until I'm satisfied."
A bitterness lingered in Suzanne's heart. Back in the day, when Claire kept seeing her friend, they'd make her sing on their dates, not letting her stop until they were content. When they fought, Claire would take it out on her. The line Claire used most was, "Sing for me. You stop when I say so."
Decades had passed, and now Suzanne could finally throw those words back at Claire. Suzanne felt a rush of satisfaction.
Claire stood there trembling, her right hand crushed under Suzanne's heel, blood dripping. Yet, she shakily picked up the sword from the ground. The music began to play, but instead of singing, Claire chuckled dryly.
"Suzanne, you're not worth it. Let it go. I won't give you what you want, even in death."
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