The prisoner was led in, struggling against their shackles as I sharpened the axe.
Once they were locked in place, and I approached, they switched from trying to physically resist to bargaining.
"You, do you know who I am?"
"My third of the day."
"No no, I'm a very rich man, you help me escape and-"
"You know why I have this job?"
There was a pause, which I let him have, lunch wasn't for an hour.
"You want to serve justice and-"
"Nah, my father, when he did this, helped someone escape. Guy who decided your fate."
I swung.
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