(thank you for the suggestion anon. your hatred is to be admired.) (my take on the unused ending, kinda short :1)

“Please…”

The way his voice wavers is pitiable, a barely croaked whisper. His scales scrape on the facility floor, tail curling upwards towards his chest, visible in a flickering light, his lure dimmed, the glow almost ceasing to be. You’d disarmed him, his shotgun mangled long ago. His begging isn’t for you, mumbling apologies to his mother, a pathetic attempt at reconciliation to someone who wasn’t even there, sorry pleadings for forgiveness. You’d come back, over and over and over, using whatever you’d been given to beat him down until he was determined no longer. It’s what you’d been instructed to do. What guaranteed your freedom. You check the gun you were oh-so graciously provided with, making sure it was fully loaded in case he was faking, although that was very unlikely. His voice was barely audible. He shivers in a violent, sickly way. You take a few steps forward, the serpentine man cowering weakly. He pleads still, though his apologies never towards you. You have a job to do.