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His body quivered in the night air, but not from a chill, as he stooped in fear and begged for mercy. He never meant to leave the beetle and hundred-dollar bill in Skerrett’s throat, but the head was so slimy, and his eyes bugged out after he chopped it off. He knew what he’d been told. Didn’t it mean anything that he did everything he was asked? He dug all of the holes that he was told to dig. He helped make the counterfeit money and never told anyone what he was doing. He wasn’t a snitch. He gave his word, wasn’t that good enough?
As the moon disappeared behind the clouds, he lost sight of the reflection from the sword. He tried to move his head off the rock, but the restraints were too tight. He begged again for his life when he heard the quick slice through the air, felt the shar
