IV. Rack
"I'm sorry."
I stopped struggling. What was the use in trying to fight fate? We were at the door of Death, and any struggle would be a resounding knock to his home. I only watched, pain putting daggers in my heart, as my beloved elder sister died. She was trying to calm us.. To tell us not to cry. However, how is it possile to follow such words?
Hot tears streaked down my cheeks, and I slumped against the guard who was holding me. My mind was racing, filled with every time I insulted her and Maiden. Every time I had dome something to annoy them, to make them angry. How sorry I was! And yet, I could not ever apologize to them.
A sword was pressed against my back. Staring ahead as tears continue to fall, I slowly step up to the second noose. Because I'm petite, theguard had to help me onto the stool. It was a tad embarrassing, but such emotions did not matter anymore. I took a struggling breath as he fitted the noose around my neck, adjusting more carefully than had been done to Gibbet.
Ah, ah, now it was my turn to talk.
(I wonder, should I do as Gibbet did and kick away the stool myself? It's scary… But why would I ever give them the pleasure of killing me?)
"..I'm sorry.. Maiden. For everything I've ever done to you.. A-and Big Sis Gibbet.. If she can hear, I'm sorry to her too. That… That is all." I bowed my head and shoved the stool away, pain shooting like lightning through my body.
The darkness came quickly, and I allowed myself to fall to it's embrace with the knowledge that I would be reunited with my family soon enough.