Billy brought his hands over his face to block the torchlight his wife flashed at him. "Leave me alone!"
"I want a gift."
Billy crawled back to a dark corner in his cell. "Oh God, no." But a moment later, he nodded fearing what she would do to his wife if he refused. "What do you want?"
"Don't you know?"
"I-I can't."
"Come on, it's Christmas! Gift me your body, and I'll gift your wife her freedom."
"Really?"
"Yeah, this vessel's getting...old."
"Alright," he whispered, weeping.
A black storm descended, blinding him forever.