Chess, Clamps, and a Broken Engagement

Summary

I was at the Go club, waiting for someone, and I got a little carried away. I didn't just win; I annihilated my opponent, wiping her clean off the board.

Furious, she flipped the board, sending the black and white stones scattering across the floor. She pointed a finger right in my face and screamed, "No one in Seacliff dares to beat me. Are you looking to die, bitch?"

Before I could process what was happening, she signaled her bodyguards. They pinned my arms, and she forced my hands into a pair of crude, wooden finger clamps.

In an instant, my fingers were a mangled mess of blood and pulp.