You had been an executioner for many years now, and seen many inmates plead for their lives.

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

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