From my first victim, a burly man by the name of
Slocum, to my last - I never forgot a face.
The smell of electrified flesh, burning hair, low groans and high-pitched
squealing, the sudden and forceful evacuation of the bladder and bowels, the
violent shuddering – I remember them all.
Securing them by my leather straps at the ankles and the wrists, each person
knew sitting in my lap, it would be the last seat they ever took. It was then that I knew the thankless job of
killing would become my charter. Since
then, I never enjoyed stealing a life, but it was my job. I was built to kill. Like a lion weeding out the weakness of the
heard - my duty was to cleanse the world of the disturbed, the criminally
insane, and those who simply could not cope.
I am “The Chair.”
- The Chair, MJ Mancini
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