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Thursday 29th September
The Chair – Voice 4
I stare into that room still not quite believing I’m here. Twenty years I’ve waited for this moment. Twenty years since the bastard strapped in that chair took from me the most precious thing in my life. I look at him, sat there, cool as you like, with that supercilious smirk on his face, just like at the trial, arrogant and self-assured. Two thousand volts charging through his body will soon wipe that grin away. I wish I could be in there with him. I so want the last words he ever hears to be mine telling him how much I hate him. I turn and stare at the clock, at last, it’s almost time. Let’s hope he suffers, just like my poor, lovely Molly did.