No.
As the cold end of a hollow death pipe points at the left side of your head, knowing exactly where to aim, you carefully turn your eyes, to see who this person is who is about to execute you. Why do you want to know who this man is? Maybe you want to plead for mercy. Or want to at least say your last words.
But, what can you say to this merciless man?
You realize that the last thing you will see is a cruel smile and that your last journey will at least have company. A fake suicidal note.
-Kris
You feel an alarm ringing furiously inside your head.
Why is this man talking to me? You feel your heart beating faster as your muscles tense up.
You look cautiously at this man. The man is looking straight into your eyes. Then, slowly, like in slow motion video, he puts his hand into his pocket.
You feel your body doing its job faster than your brain. You stand up, grab the bag, and rush out through the door which is about to close. It doesn't take long to figure out why the door opened up so suddenly.
It is not at all what you expected nor what you wanted.
As the cold end of a hollow death pipe points at the left side of your head, knowing exactly where to aim, you carefully turn your eyes, to see who this person is who is about to execute you. Why do you want to know who this man is? Maybe you want to plead for mercy. Or want to at least say your last words.
But, what can you say to this merciless man?
You realize that the last thing you will see is a cruel smile and that your last journey will at least have company. A fake suicidal note.
The End
-Kris
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