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The man squirmed against the bindings, hoping to escape. He shouted but his pleas for help were surpressed by the tape across his mouth. His reason for shouting was the woman that entered the room.

She smiled with false kindness. Her brown locks fell into her eyes as she stepped into the light. She found her supplies: the syrums and the syringes. She looked at the liquid and found the clipboard. She then held it up to the light to make sure it was the right color.

He shouted again. She smiled and patted his sweaty forehead, brushing away his thinning hair.

"You earned this one, sir." She said darkly. "You raped those poor little girls. You are a dispiciple man. You were given Life Sentence. Do you know what that means in this day and age?"

She cocked an eyebrow to him as he stiffened. She then bent lower to his ear. "It means," She whispered. "That you become my new toy."

She chuckled darkly as he began to squirm worse than before. It soon turned into a powerful laugh.

"Don't bother." She finally said, wiping her eye of a tear. "You are mine now. All those sent to Life, become my new toys. You've been in prison for ten years now. You've survived quite a while, I will compliment that. However, I still must break you. After tonight, you will vanish."

He froze in shock. What did that mean?

"It means," She said, knowing his thoughts. "That this will hurt." She plunged the needle into his neck where the pulse was the fastest. Pushing on the plunger, the liquid injected itself into the man's blood stream. "Tonight, you die."