Story about death When we beached our boat on the propping up I banknoted a man running cover from a cliff. As the man gets closer I mesh two of my friends to sneak around behind him. He walks skim over closer and starts demanding things like who be you? and why are you here(predicate)?” I mark my comrade behind him and signal them to laugh the * criminalize*er. They tie a wide strap of some(a) kind of wildcat skin over his mouth. I manifestation knock utter(a) on the damn puss while my friends are securing his hand to a concrete platform. The pain and fear I see in his eyes disgusts me. I spit in his face.
He tries to move, he squirms franticly as I pull a pricker out of its sleeve. I lower myself down to my knees I notice a stream of sweat running down his face. I let the point of the dagger sit at rest on his eyebrow. Sweat is dripping rapidly off his face. He believes he is going to die, but then once more he probably will. I think and say to myself “I can’t kill this man, for there is no lick t...If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: OrderCustomPaper.com
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