This Man Must Die Novels & Stories

Justin didn't move, his expression unwavering. "It is not necessary or reasonable to pretend like you are brave when you are about to die, you know that I am going to kill you so what gave you that gut to look at me in that manner? It is advisable you to beg for your life while you are still on earth. I may just forgive you and let go of you. MAY, I said." "You will not kill him!" I yelled at the man. The man looked at me, then laughed. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Stop! Tell them to stop!"the man thundered as he struggled to break free from the chair he was tied to..... "No,not yet,not until you answer my question and if you don't, your be son would be dead in the matter of a minute" Edwardo threatened smiling at the man coldly "No I won't say a thing until they stop"the man snapped still struggling to break free. Edwardo smiled,this man was really one of a kind_____a kind to look death in the eyes and a rag about Everlasting life.

Death would be a merciful punishment. Tony loosened the gag around the man’s mouth. “Any last words?” he asked flatly. “Please don’t kill me,” the man pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation as he struggled futilely against his restraints. I shook my head, disappointment etching deep lines across my brow. They always found a way to beg for their lives, but never the strength to keep their mouths shut when it mattered most. “Okay,” Tony said, and without a shred of emotion, he raised his gun and fired a single shot through the man’s skull. Instant death.

"I would rather die." "From the looks of things, you are about to. So you might as well rat on whoever set this up. Maybe then I won't send your body to your family in the form of a stew." It was a fair enough deal in my eyes. But our little guest disagreed. "Go to hell." "Promise to meet me there? I would love to carry on this little conversation then." "No fucking wonder he wants to get rid of you. You're a fucking monster, even by his beastly standards!" The man screeched, his voice reaching a higher pitch than normal. I frowned and looked up at Alejandro. My second shrugged but nodded at the dying man.

Will they still accept give the money to me, even though I did not die by the mode of execution I was given? After all, I'm right here at the Live Suicide site, therefore any kind of deaths should occur to me, right? Or am I truly required to adhere to my manner of murder? Because if I do not adhere to it, I forfeit the money. When my eyes first rested on the screen, someone who was not acquainted to me emerged out of nowhere. The gentleman seems to be in his mid-30's and is likewise dressed in formal wear. "Greetings, Adrastos, and to everyone who are watching us here. I paid a large sum of money to ensure this man's demise because I despise corruption. I despise those who take from others,

“You think you’re some big shot, higher than everyone else. Isn’t that what you think? Some bad boss who can do whatever he wants.” “I don’t think so.” Diego said firmly. “I know so. And I know that you’re going to end up dead in a matter of seconds if you don’t start talking.” The man didn’t stop grinning as he spoke. He seemed to lock eyes with someone behind Diego for a moment before looking back at him. “I’ll die, but I’ll take you with me.” Diego squinted softly, wondering what made the man so confident. He turned around to trace the man’s gaze and then…

You are sick in the head, " The Man said. " Yes, I am sick. Actually, I have been sick for quite some time. It's such a pity for a talented man you die this Young but I don't have a choice. If I don't kill you, I'll be the one to be killed tomorrow . " I said before pulling my trigger and raining bullets on him.

The enemy continued to speak with that horrifying gaze of his. Hearing his words, I could only deduced that this man is mentally ill. The way he spoke and moved reminded me of Hannibal Lecter and of Joker. “Who hired you?” Pericles asked, hoping to get information from the man before he dies. This man is not afraid of death at all. In fact, he had already accepted that he is going to die that he wanted to do it in. his own terms. Pericles knew that the man is as good as dead, but he had to take advantage while he is still alive hoping that would get some answers from him before he decides to kill himself.

“Correction. I’m the man who decides whether you breathe or not.” I could feel the tension tighten the air, heavy and electric. I raised my gun slightly, tracing it over the trembling line of mariners. “Tell me,” I said softly, “is dying by my bullet worth your loyalty to this man?” They hesitated. One of them, braver—or dumber—than the rest, shouted back, “You can’t kill us all!” I smiled, cold and easy. “Ohh? But I can.” The next second, my gun went off and the man’s body hit the ground before his echo faded.

"He hasn't made enough money for me, so how would I bear to let him die? Do you think a case of cash is enough to buy the life of the slayer of the boxing ring?" "I told you to name your price." The man's voice was cold, "There are fighters everywhere, but you won't find the opportunity to make fast money lying around!" Fat Jim glanced at him. The man had a cold bearing, and his skin was terrifyingly fair. Morpheus was cold, as well as intimidating. However, he was a gunpowder barrel beneath the snow mountain that could explode at anytime. This man was different. He was like a millennial corpse, a cursed mummy. People would get a fortune for getting close, but they might die, too.