Screaming bounced off of the concrete walls. I loved when they screamed. Nobody was going to hear him and nobody would ever find him again. This…criminal was the worst of the worst, and I was to be the one to put him out of his misery but first…first I would make him suffer.
I stood in the dark corner as I watched the man in the centre of the room, strapped into a chair. A light was hanging overhead, right on top of him, just barely illuminating the centre of the room. The shadows in the corners were eerie and spooky to anyone who had the misfortune of being stuck in that chair.
Not just anybody got the chair.
This was a terrible man, he had done awful things to women, and children, and we were the judge, jury and executioners to his ‘trial.’
My father sat on a stool in front of him,
