“My chest slowly rose and then fell along with my shoulders. A final glance at the photograph of my wife and kids on the nightstand and a push in my back from one of my guards sent me on my way. The shackles afforded a welcome shuffle out of the bedroom and a slow descent down the stairway. All deliberations as to the demeanour I should strike during my captors’ filming took second place to the spectre of them beheading me on camera. One of the guard escorts hurried ahead and opened a door in th...e hallway. All of my focus turned to the door, trying to second-guess what lay inside. The doorframe loomed large. My body felt as though a heavy shroud had engulfed my entire essence and I found it impossible to discard the feeling of gloom. At least a prisoner on death row taking their final walk knew what to expect and had made their peace with it. The uncertainty of what would happen at the end of my walk was like living each moment with a toss of an imaginary coin. Heads I live... tails I die.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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