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?"
"Come on, it's Christmas! Gift me your body, and I'll gift your wife her freedom."
"Yeah, this vessel's getting...old."
"Alright," he whispered, weeping.
A black storm descended, blinding him forever.