Jeeves | A 100 Word Story

#234 On the seventh day…

One by one they each revealed their dagger to each other. Some were more adept at holding theirs than others who quickly put it back in the box.

“So, Jeeves, is this some sort of sick joke? This was supposed to be a family vacation—“

“Not exactly, sir. Your family was chosen as the best possible experiment this holiday season. But as I’m not family, I’m afraid my time here with you has ended,” he said, a slight quiver in his voice. “Trust…no one.”

He pulled out a dagger, took a deep breath, and stabbed himself in the heart.