Accalia woke up, her head was throbbing and she had no idea where she was, it was dark, she could hear breathing in the distance. She turned her head, trying to see around, still not fully awake. She could feel something covering her eyes, assuming thats what was keeping her from seeing. She tried to move her hands but they were tied behind her back. Her breathing was panicked and she couldn’t help but to flinch at the sound of the dripping water from a leaky pipe somewhere nearby. She focused on calming her breathing and felt along her leg the best she could for her knives. Yeah, they were gone, it’s not like these people would go through the trouble binding her up just to leave her armed, she could hope though. “Hello?” Her voice cracked, her throat still sore. There was no reply, the breathing was still present in the room. She coughed a bit, trying to clear the soreness in her throat. “I’m thirsty, can I have some water?” She mumbled, trying not to use her voice to much. There was still no reply. “I can hear you breathing, so I know you’re there, and I know you can hear me, your breath hitches everytime I talk.” She spoke, looking down, not that she could see anything. The person still didn’t reply. “Whatever.” She mumbled, giving up. A few minutes later she heard fabric russell and feet changing position, followed by the sound of a chair creaking. Suddenly there were footsteps approaching her, flashbacks of her past past through her memory causing her to jump and scoot back until she hit a wall. The footsteps momentarily stopped, then continued again, only to stop right in front of her. She flinched away, hard, bumping her head on the wall and falling on her side. “If you keep jerking around like that you’re going to mak... ... middle of paper ... ...his town was capable of saving them, it would be you.” Rosie said seriously “I don’t know what you’re talking about girl.” Accalia said. “Play dumb if you want. I’m going to go meet them, the public is allowed to speak with them until their execution.” Rosie said, running off. Accalia rolled her eyes at the young girls enthusiasm. The soldiers probably had those boys strung up in the most painful way they could. Accalia had seen a public execution before, they allowed people to talk to him too, they had him hanging by ropes around his wrists and cinder blocks tied to his feet. Getting curious she turned and walked in the direction the young redhead went. When she arrived at the sight she had the urge to vomit. The winged man was strung up by barbed wire wrapped around his wings, he had his head down, like he was sleeping. His chest rose and fell with painful breaths.
In George Orwell’s essay, “A Hanging,” and Michael Lake’s article, “Michael Lake Describes What The Executioner Actually Faces,” a hardened truth about capital punishment is exposed through influence drawn from both authors’ firsthand encounters with government- supported execution. After witnessing the execution of Walter James Bolton, Lake describes leaving with a lingering, “sense of loss and corruption that [he has] never quite shed” (Lake. Paragraph 16). Lake’s use of this line as a conclusion to his article solidifies the article’s tone regarding the mental turmoil that capital execution can have on those involved. Likewise, Orwell describes a disturbed state of mind present even in the moments leading up to the execution, where the thought, “oh, kill him quickly, get it over, stop that abominable noise!” crossed his mind (Orwell.
The killings made by the slaves are saddening, too. Mutilating the whites and leaving their bodies lying is inhumane. It is such a shocking story. This book was meant to teach the reader on the inhumanity of slavery. It also gives us the image of what happened during the past years when slavery was practised.
The second prisoner was a young boy who was being hanged for the fact that he stole weapons during a power failure. The significance of this particular hanging was the young boy’s lack of rebellion, his quiet fear and the unbearable duration of his torment. The boy had lost all hope and was one of the only victims who wept at the knowledge of their demise. What made this case different from the rest was not only his youth, but also his silence, and emotion and the fact that it took a half an hour for him to die, as a result of the lightness of his young body. Even though he was constantly tortured and provoked by the guards before he was hanged, he still said nothing, unlike the two people who joined him, who both shouted in defiance. His quiet courage really stood out as an unspoken and unannounced rebellion not only for the Jews, but it showed the doubts that some of the guards began to have. “This time, the Lagerkapo refused to act as executioner.” Although this quote is one sentence it still shows the effect the boy had on everyone in the camp. Even though the prisoners had been living with the constant presence of death, the execution of this young boy made them feel emotion they believed they had lost forever. This death was an unsaid act of rebellion in the sense that it showed the audience that there was indeed still some sensitivity left no matter how much both the prisoners and the guards were dehumanized: the prisoners as merely a number, and the guards as ruthless
Torture brings about fear and anticipation. The narrator in this story was constantly reminded of death. He was not tormented by people or the judges that sentenced him, rather he was tormented in his own mind ad thoughts. He knew, before he received his sentence, that death awaited him. He did not stand still, and he knew he could not save himself from death or escape it. The narrator did not save himself, someone else did.
The cruel POW camp corporal, also known as The Bird, committed cruel and violent acts during World War 2:“‘Not a mere guard, but an absolute monarch of POW’s at Omori’”(404). As a Corporal and a tormentor at the same time, earned him an extremely feared reputation, not only among the prisoners, but the guards too. A reporter had once confronted the Bird and said, “‘Zamperini and the other prisoners remember you, in particular, being the most brutal of all the guards’”(404). After all the POW’s endured during the war, to remember one man in particular for his cruelty, is an unforgivable offense against humanity.
...ight, and when it became daylight the next day, her imagination played games with her. She imagined the walls laughing at her now. It’s almost like they were laughing that she attempted and even thought that it was possible to escape.
The events that take place in war are gruesome and full of brutality. Tim, a young boy, witnessed the killing of a slave Ned while vomiting all over himself. “Ned’s head jumped off his body and popped into the air(Collier and Collier 145).” Ned was beheaded in the British raid in Tim’s hometown. In another instance, Mr, Meeker, Tim’s father, tells his son ,Sam, about the brutality of war.. “Have you ever seen a
I wanted to scream. Not only did I have to battle the wind, but I had that childish voice constantly biting at me. “They don’t work.” My words were small but testy.
A man’s back breaks with a sickening crunch, and hundreds of others scream in pain, their shouts echoing off the quarry walls, until they dwindle off into death. Around the broken bodied prisoners, there is a line of SS, each with blood red Nazi armbands, and cruel, young faces. The men here know that
By being called “slaves”, the twelve hanged, desperate and angered maids have their social rights, their political rights, and their economic rights stripped from them relieving them of their duties as human beings, leaving them to rot on Earth and in Hell. By using the words “cold blood”, the author illustrates the murderer as being emotionally detached and having the cruel intent to torture the maids and have them embarrassed and ridiculed. The fact that the attorney only has to mention that it was “within his rights” to kill women without a blink of an eye shows the reader the patriarchal world these desolate souls had to live on, get r...
I saw her powder her nose. When she finished, she closed the box, stood up again, and walked over to the lamp once more, saying: "I'm afraid that someone is dreaming about this room and revealing my secrets." And over the flame she held the same long and tremulous hand that she had been warming before sitting down at the mirror. And she said: "You don't feel the cold." And I said to her: "Sometimes." And she said to me: "You must feel it now." And then I understood why I couldn't have been alone in the seat.
He is escorted down to a room with handcuffs on both arms and feet. The tension in the room causes nervousness and a stirring in his stomach, which entombs his dinner from the night before. He is told to take a seat. Still in doubt of his fate he notices the witnesses and their various expressions. His family is grief-stricken, a sharp contrast to the family of the brutally murdered, for which he was found guilty of. If only they knew what he knew; for they would not be strapping him into the chair, soaking a sponge, and placing it on top of his head along with the metal skullcap. If they knew the truth there would be someone in his place today. But alas, the truth dies along with the innocent.
.... It was necessary for Parliament to pass a special dispensation to permit execution of an insane person. She was forcibly carried struggling and incoherent to the scaffold where, kicking and howling, after many blows, she was finally hacked to death.
“I’m sorry, Dee. I didn’t sleep very well last night. I guess I’ve been drifting a lot, huh? What were you saying again?” She asked, hating how her voice always sounded slightly hoarse. Her dislike of her voice always resulted in her speaking quietly, so as not to disturb others. Her friends always told her it sounded sultry, but she knew better. She had heard herself many times on the answering ...