Faces of Evil

“This is the part I love, the part I live for. The faces change. The rambling, stuttering, tear-fi lled pleadings, “I didn’t know that,” “Can’t I have a little longer?” on and on, one after another, sounding the same. But it’s my favorite part of the job. I love to hear these putrid, insignifi cant wastes plead for their lives, beg me to spare them, beg for mercy. What they don’t know is that even if I could, I wouldn’t because I enjoy killing too much, and it’s not in me to be merciful.”