Written in response to the prompt martyr.
~The Worth of a Belief~
The weapon felt cold against her skin.
“Say you’re wrong.”
How strong were her beliefs? Not that strong, compared to some of the people she knew, but she still believed that what she believed in was true.
She could tell the truth, but to voice her beliefs out loud was deadly. ‘Agree to disagree’ wasn’t in these people’s vocabulary.
Deny it? It was the coward’s way out, but at least she would keep her life. The only question now was, was what she believed in worth her life?
She looked up to meet the eyes before her.
Another hard prompt to respond to. So solemn.
I left the story pretty generic because there are so many beliefs that mean the world to different people. The content doesn’t matter. What matters is the immense value placed on that belief.