There was a camera in the other room. Someone had fed the feed to the small monitor in front of me. Given I was tied up and gagged, it drew my full attention.
As soon as I saw my wife on the screen, my heart sank. Was she going to be beaten up or tortured, or worse? There was no audio, so I couldn't hear the order given to her by the gunman, but her hands went to her top and I looked away, until the flash of metal as she drew a knife and threw it.
At the camera.
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