Choose

I threw him to the ground a few times. I kicked him...not too hard. I was trying not to break any bones. There was a point to this.
He crawled away feebly, I picked him up by his stupid golden robe and Held his face closed to mine. I pressed my knife against his side and traced slow lines as I spoke:
"You are going to decide something for me, Executive. I'm sure right now we could get the senate in here to ratify our demands, but first I want something from you. You are going to decide what part of your body I am going to cut off. Slowly."
"No please! Whatever you-" I threw him to the ground again, and punched him in the face.
"I KNOW we will have what we want from you. I am CERTAIN of that. What I want from you right now is to tell me what I'm going to take from you next."
I took a handful of his hair and lifted his head and put my knife between his legs.
"Tell me, or I'll cut you in half right now."
He only whimpered.
"You can tell me, I put my ear close to his bloody face, and he whispered an answer.

I dropped him. His head hit the tiles with a painful sound, but he kept moaning so I knew he was awake.

"That's a wise choice, Executive. Now neither of us wants me to come back here."

And I left.