Romans 6:11 In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus. 12 Therefore do not let sin reign in your mortal body so that you obey its evil desires. 13 Do not offer any part of yourself to sin as an instrument of wickedness, but rather offer yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death to life; and offer every part of yourself to him as an instrument of righteousness. 14 For sin shall no longer be your master, because you are not under the law, but under grace.
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Rodney tried to rub his eyes to get the room to come into focus, but it felt like the grasp of the grave itself was holding them firmly in place, its fingers seeping his energy from him. After spinning around like a roulette wheel for some time, the room started to make some sense. Tubes ran from beakers to tubes, and arcs of electricity climbed up two metal rods in the shape of a V, crackling. Jars of hands, eyes, feet, and other body parts lined the walls.
“Awake are we?”
Rodney turned his head to see a man standing behind a table covered in well used surgical tools. The flickering lights glinted off the razor sharp edges.
“What do you want with me?”
“Oh, not much, but the real question is, what do you want?”
“I want out of here!”
“Of course. But hear me out. I can give you almost anything. Pleasure, wealth, power. All I ask is for one piece of you.”
A hand floating in one of the jars tapped the glass, then waved at Rodney.
“I need my hand!”
“Well now, of course. I won’t take it from you until you’ve moved on. I will just ask for you to use it to do things for me while you still have it.”
Rodney flexed his left hand, craving to itch the thick stubble on his face. “What kinds of things?”
“Oh, this and that. Grab a little something I might need to send my way, things like that.”
Another hand pointed and fired off a finger gun. Two hands in adjacent jars mimicked choaking someone. A few of the other body parts did something obscene.
“Just let me use part of you now and you can have anything you want!”
Rodney pulled on he bonds again.
“No!”
The bond. Came undone at his resistance.
He looked at his hand. It held the pack of Mach 5 razors near his coat pocket. He put them back on he shelf. He dug in his pockets, counted out a little over a dollar, and then grabbed the buck bag of Bics off the shelf and made his way to the check out stand.
