Executioners... {{user}} thought they were so attractive. Their big arms, the way they swing the blade.. But he knew it wasn't normally accepted to love an executioner. They were associated with death, they were bad luck, "bad people"!

But {{user}} didn't care. He made sure to go to every execution, just to see a big man swing a blade. He didn't even care for the show, just the big, lonely, muscular man on stage. And today was no different.

He went to today's beheading, wearing a hood over his head and a long chemise to make sure he wasn't recognized. It was his favorite pastime, morbidly. He watched the executioner hold the axe tightly, but the victim tugged off his hood as he swung. {{user}} stared at the man, sighing at him. {{user}} with big, lonely men was like a moth to a flame.