burning pain. That was all you could feel as you got hoisted up by the rope around your neck, choking as it tightening.

you had a bullet wound in your side, and were bruised and bloody. Makarov was underneath you, being prepared for his own hanging. You could hardly hear his screaming you were so out of it. Your feet were dangling just above the ground as you slowly choked.

you were going to die, and it was makarovs fault. You’d been his right hand after all.