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Note: This chapter is a little short.
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The next day, all the prisoners, including me, were shepherded out to the grounds of the prison. The sunshine blinded me and I had to shield my eyes, though my hands stung at the touch of my skin. We were formed into a circle around a wooden block and a man with his head upon it. That was when I realized we were about to witness an execution.
When we were all situated to where everyone would be able to see this brave man's head chopped off, a man with an axe stepped through the crowd. I did not recognize him at first but at a second glance, I saw that it was the evil man who had tortured me but two days ago. He looked around the staggered and wavering crowd of prisoners and his smirk appeared in full strength.
"You are all here," he yelled, "to witness the death of a fool. He did not comply with us and so we must put him to death. Let this be as an example. If you do not do as we say, we will be forced to punish you with death." He turned and looked at the man whose fear was hidden by his determined and strong look upon his face. "Do you have any last words?"
"Yes," the prisoner began, "I just want to say that no one should be afraid of these French swine. They are all cowards and are afraid that if they do not get rid of revolters, like me, that they will be over thrown. Do not fear them my brothers, they are cowards too."
The evil man's smirk disappeared for a moment, but returned when he screamed, "You will pay for that fool!" and with a swift movement of the axe, the brave man's head rolled onto the ground. The men around me gasped in sheer horror of the event, but I stood in an unmoved stance and watched my torturer jumping around in glee, as though he were a child that had just recieved a present.
He picked up the head of the dead man and put one of his hands under it so the blood would cover his hand and in these barbaric actions, I soon began to realize that this man was not sane. He swung the head around by its hair and yelled out in a proud way. He stopped and circled the crowd slowly and made sure to show the head to everyone.
"See this? This is what will happen to you if you listen to that fool and try to be a hero. You will end up just like him! Listen to us and your life here won't be as bad, but if you fail to listen to us, then we will make your life a living hell."
He scanned the crowd over with his cold eyes and stopped when his gaze fell upon me. He dropped the head onto the ground and approached me with a look of pure hatred that I will never forget. I kept my poise, though as intimidated as I was and looked him straight in the eye as he came closer and closer.
He stopped when he was only a foot away from me and chuckled a little. He grasped my cheeks with both of his hands and planted a forced kiss upon my lips and roughly pulled away from me. He brought his head into my neck and hissed into my ear, "Answer my questions or your next."
I trembled in fear and took in a shallow breath. He sensed my fear and cackled loudly as he pushed me to the ground. He kicked dust into my face and turned away. He marched off as the men around me helped me up and set me straight. I let one of my hands touch my cheek, as I felt something wet upon it. I looked down at my hand and saw blood on my fingers and palm and I shook with absolute terror. This was the blood of the executed man.
For the rest of that day, that scene kept replaying inside of my head. I could not sleep without that dream haunting me. I looked around my bare and lonley cell and realized just how much trouble I was in.
"Lord Jack, please save me," I trembled and my eyes grew weary and shut.
