You had been an executioner for years now, and have seen no shortage of death row inmates begging for their lives.

Just… most at least try to keep some semblance of dignity in their final moments. Not the man currently on his knees before you, sobbing and shaking, though. The prisoner clutches onto the fabric of your clothing, tears streaming down his would-be intimidating face, voice cracking and whimpering with each pleading word.

“Please… P-please! I can’t— I can’t go yet!”