Wednesday, April 04, 2012

No escape.

He became conscious of the beads of sweat on his forehead. There was no escape. It was all his doing. Now he had to pay the price. His hand were cold and numb. The noose tightened. He closed his eyes and said a small prayer. Took his last free breath and muttered,

"I do."


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