Dexterity

2 minutes. That was my last flash of happiness.
They discussed in hushed voices. Maybe, they will take turns. Then, they stacked me upright and tight.
The horror began.
They had some archaic rituals. That always came in trois.
My toes were the first target.
They plucked it, barring the big and pinkie for balance.
The pain and process escalated.
It spelt gore.
They inched upwards. My heart, pounding.
Their claws plunged in the thigh, then fingers.
I felt I was at an altitude. Breathing became difficult.
Vision blurred. Knees jerked, I buckled.
They screeched, 'No! Jenga is falling down!'