So it was with much gentleness and great care the old man led the doomed, unfortunate soul slowly down the long corridor. Making their way through the tunnel the rattling of the chains echoed down the hall then back again. Furiously his heart beat against his chest, feeling as if it would surely burst as a rush of blood pulsated in his brain. He walked with much difficulty in great pain and not a word was uttered between the two men as they came to a door. It was a massive, twenty feet high, double wooden door with a large X carved into it, from top to bottom. The old man pushed it opened as it creaked and moaned under its own weight. There they stood on the threshold of a brightly lit chamber and the horror that awaited. Gazing up the chained man's eyes widened then watered,his heart sank as he beheld the sight of the shining, sharp, gleaming guillotine.
The little man's eyes lit up like a boy at Christmastime as he smiled with a glow about his face as he stared at the newly fashioned, ultra-modern, finely crafted, killing machine. The prisoner grew very dizzy, nearly fainting and the old man had trouble steadying him on his feet. Carefully he led the condemned man over to the long metal platform where his body would lie. There the happy little fellow lay his prisoner face down, with no thoughts of releasing him from his chains, although he begged to be released if only to kneel and pray. His last request was refused with a laugh. His heart raced as he felt the cold metal brace slide down over his neck, this was to prevent his head from thrashing about, so the cut would be nice and clean. A frigidness crept up through his body to his bones as he felt the old man stroking his hair as is if to provide some last bit of human comfort. Then he whispered something softly in his ear in a language he did not recognize.
He began to panic as he caught sight of the basket on the floor in front of him, it was just large enough to accommodate a human head. The old man positioned himself behind a long metal handle protruding from the device. A paralytic fear gripped the prisoner as he struggled to breathe, an uncontrollable trembling caused his chains to move and shake, a little. The old man shook his head placing his hat over his heart as he reached out resting his hand on the lever controlling the forty pound, razor-sharp blade. With a click the terrified, poor, unfortunate man heard the sudden rush as he cried out "Sauve moi!"
Clutching his throat Charles awoke choking as he shot up in bed his heart racing, body aching. It was the terrible dream haunting him once again. On the verge of hyperventilating Charles did his best to catch his breath and calm down, all while a vein on the side of his skull pulsated painfully with every rush of blood from his heart, he thought surely it would burst. Drenched in sweat the silk sheets clung to his muscular thighs as he tried kicking them off with no success. Breathing in slowly he stared up at the ceiling, he was freezing. Charles looked around his dim bedroom seeing the softly billowing curtains of the window he had neglected to close last night. It was a cold Spring night here in North Texas and very early in the morning a pale blue light from the slowly brightening sky filled his room. Charles was alone. He lay there a moment longer ,fixated by the blowing of the curtains; which gently blew in the breeze causing his tension to cease. His heart calmed the pain subsided as he breathed in deeply with ease.
"God help me." he said into thin air as he glanced over at the nightstand, where the small, still full bottle of vicodon sat next to a glass of water; which he had placed there with the full intent of swallowing the entire contents of the bottle. However, yet again, Charles had lacked the courage of his conviction and had fallen asleep whilst contemplating the dread deed. He let out a heavy sigh growing more depressed and disgusted with himself than ever before. Then the telephone rang startling him a little. He knew there was only one person it could be calling him so early.
The little man's eyes lit up like a boy at Christmastime as he smiled with a glow about his face as he stared at the newly fashioned, ultra-modern, finely crafted, killing machine. The prisoner grew very dizzy, nearly fainting and the old man had trouble steadying him on his feet. Carefully he led the condemned man over to the long metal platform where his body would lie. There the happy little fellow lay his prisoner face down, with no thoughts of releasing him from his chains, although he begged to be released if only to kneel and pray. His last request was refused with a laugh. His heart raced as he felt the cold metal brace slide down over his neck, this was to prevent his head from thrashing about, so the cut would be nice and clean. A frigidness crept up through his body to his bones as he felt the old man stroking his hair as is if to provide some last bit of human comfort. Then he whispered something softly in his ear in a language he did not recognize.
He began to panic as he caught sight of the basket on the floor in front of him, it was just large enough to accommodate a human head. The old man positioned himself behind a long metal handle protruding from the device. A paralytic fear gripped the prisoner as he struggled to breathe, an uncontrollable trembling caused his chains to move and shake, a little. The old man shook his head placing his hat over his heart as he reached out resting his hand on the lever controlling the forty pound, razor-sharp blade. With a click the terrified, poor, unfortunate man heard the sudden rush as he cried out "Sauve moi!"
Clutching his throat Charles awoke choking as he shot up in bed his heart racing, body aching. It was the terrible dream haunting him once again. On the verge of hyperventilating Charles did his best to catch his breath and calm down, all while a vein on the side of his skull pulsated painfully with every rush of blood from his heart, he thought surely it would burst. Drenched in sweat the silk sheets clung to his muscular thighs as he tried kicking them off with no success. Breathing in slowly he stared up at the ceiling, he was freezing. Charles looked around his dim bedroom seeing the softly billowing curtains of the window he had neglected to close last night. It was a cold Spring night here in North Texas and very early in the morning a pale blue light from the slowly brightening sky filled his room. Charles was alone. He lay there a moment longer ,fixated by the blowing of the curtains; which gently blew in the breeze causing his tension to cease. His heart calmed the pain subsided as he breathed in deeply with ease.
"God help me." he said into thin air as he glanced over at the nightstand, where the small, still full bottle of vicodon sat next to a glass of water; which he had placed there with the full intent of swallowing the entire contents of the bottle. However, yet again, Charles had lacked the courage of his conviction and had fallen asleep whilst contemplating the dread deed. He let out a heavy sigh growing more depressed and disgusted with himself than ever before. Then the telephone rang startling him a little. He knew there was only one person it could be calling him so early.
