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Tears filled the young mans eyes as he stared at the dreadful sight. He know he was responsible for all of this. That he would be responsible for everything that was soon to happen. The events of that fateful night raced through his mind. Images of the young woman he had ravaged than murdered in cold blood. Knowing what he did was wrong and admitting it were two different things though. He had plead insanity to the charges. The evidence against him was too much. He was sentenced to death. Hope had driven him this far. Hope that his appeal would be listened to. It appears god didn't have hope in his plans for the young man.
"Please..", the young man pleaded, "I don't deserve this. Not this."
Silence and a blunt object to the back of his skull answered his pleas. The young man fell to the ground in a heap. His body and spirit broken. Blood quickly matted his hair at the base of his skull, a thin line trailing down his neck and pooling on the cold cement floor. He welcomed the pain, welcomed it as the first sign that the end of this nightmare was drawing to an end.
"I..", his words quickly became a strangled yelp as the blunt object was driven into the small of his back. Without a moments hesitation his executioner lashed out repeatedly. The torture seemed to last forever as he lay there bleeding and broken. Than silence. The blows had stopped. The thought that he may yet still live through this crossed his mind. Before he could form the words though he heard footsteps coming toward him. A small hand roughly pulled his chin from it's resting place on the floor. He gasped in disbelief. He was staring into the eyes of the woman he had murdered.
"Please, have mercy.", his voice strangled almost inaudible, "I..", His voice trailed off as a sharp object pierced under his jaw and was jammed up. Darkness overtook him.
"Please..", the young man pleaded, "I don't deserve this. Not this."
Silence and a blunt object to the back of his skull answered his pleas. The young man fell to the ground in a heap. His body and spirit broken. Blood quickly matted his hair at the base of his skull, a thin line trailing down his neck and pooling on the cold cement floor. He welcomed the pain, welcomed it as the first sign that the end of this nightmare was drawing to an end.
"I..", his words quickly became a strangled yelp as the blunt object was driven into the small of his back. Without a moments hesitation his executioner lashed out repeatedly. The torture seemed to last forever as he lay there bleeding and broken. Than silence. The blows had stopped. The thought that he may yet still live through this crossed his mind. Before he could form the words though he heard footsteps coming toward him. A small hand roughly pulled his chin from it's resting place on the floor. He gasped in disbelief. He was staring into the eyes of the woman he had murdered.
"Please, have mercy.", his voice strangled almost inaudible, "I..", His voice trailed off as a sharp object pierced under his jaw and was jammed up. Darkness overtook him.