The Chair
I have lied, cheated, and stolen. But the reason they send me to this chair is for my greatest theft. The lives of three little angels. One by one by one...
"Any last words?" the police officer asks. Barely trying to convince he actually wants to hear them.
"Lets just get this over with."
"May God have mercy on your soul." The priest is terrified at my presence.
"Hate to break it to you father but the only thing waiting for me after this is a long sleep." I don't believe in heaven or hell all that is after death is eternal nothingness.
The man whos face is covered by a black sheet pulls the lever. Realising thousands of volts through my body. My limbs jult back and forth uncontrollably. The nails on my fingers break as I fiercely clench the wooden handles. My teeth shatter as my jaw snaps shut. My eyes covers by darkness roll back.
Knives stan my feet and drag me down. What I can only tell to be a hole. I land with a smack onto hot stone. I reach for my feet revealing black claws that belong to a grotesque beast. I scream in terror as all my doubt has been proven true. With a swing he cracks my head against a wall. My feet rip off with the throw. I can feel the incave of my head. The pain is excruciating.
"Oh...oh God." I spitted out. The unholy creature taunts me with laughter. He easily lifts me up and begins chomping. Tearing out flesh and bone. The bone pops in his mouth like a chicken leg. His black claws pierce my heart and rip it out. He slurps up my blood and spots back a black tar that makes me vomit on myself. With the pull of two of his fingers my jaw rips out Its socket. As my mind begins to rationalize that I can't possibly take any more he throws me down into a pit. I am trap in fire. What's left of my skin peels back revealing the muscle underneath. The screams of thousands now floods my ears but there is no one in sight but the bright blaze. Of only I knew that the last comfort I will ever feel would come from that chair.