There is a choice

Nancy almost felt a relief when Vecna pointed at Steve first. Then she felt guilty as the ghost drifted towards her ex-boyfriend.

“Shall we play a game?”

Steve mercifully kept his mouth shut. Vecna cocked his head to one side, then the tentacles behind him rose up, moving from side to side like a cobra coming out of a basket. “Answer me.”

“What’s the game?” Steve asked.

“You are with two friends here today, but I want you to pick just one of them. That is all we need from you, Steve. You just have to say a name.”

“Okay.”

Vecna chuckled. “First, a warning: if you refuse to pick one of them, then both shall undertake the task. If no one plays the game then no one gets to have any fun. However bad you think some of these challenges are, understand that there are far worse things I can do to you. Nod if you all understand.”

They nodded.

Nancy did not even have time to cry out before the tentacles around her ankles were pulling her legs forward, slipping her down so that she found herself suspended. Like she was lying on her back.

By the sounds Robin was making, she too had just been positioned similarly.

Out of the corner of her eye, Nancy saw Vecna drifting past her. “Remember, Steve. You just have to say one name. Now, it is time for the first question: who would you prefer to see being fucked?”

“You son of a bitch.”

Nancy heard a sound like the cracking of a whip, then Robin cried out. “Your friend just got her tit whipped because of you, Steve. Do not say anything else that might offend me.”

“Who would fuck them? You?”

“This,” Vecna motioned for a tentacle to come forward and Nancy felt the blood leave her face. At the end of this vine was an enormous, black cock. “Now, say a name.”