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8 a.m.: The sky is turning gray. The death row prisoner sat silently in the prison cell. Here, a day is as long as a year, but today, for the condemned man, it is different. He hopes that a minute is equal to a day, a month, a year.

8:25 a.m.: Rain has begun to fall. There is no punishment that could be more severe than the punishment of waiting to die under the sound of falling rain. Is he trembling with fear or because he feels cold from the early rain? A priest came in the rain to help him relax as he left. He wondered if he wanted to see him? Yesterday he learned that he did not want to see anyone in his last moments of life, but he still came hoping that in the last moments he could change his mind and he also wanted to know why he did what he did. like that, does he feel remorse or disgust for his actions?

8:30 a.m.: His name is: many pieces scattered everywhere.

The test records show that he has mental and emotional disorders, and his IQ – 128 is an index that classifies him as quite intelligent. He was patiently waiting for the moment of his penance, which was slowly approaching with the inching of the long hand on the clock in front of him.

8:33 a.m.: “Re. Et… bangmm” a loud thunder broke the terrifying silence of the waiting room, he cringed and his shoulders shook as if he was crying, he thought of his little lover. But he murdered him just because he was jealous, and that day was as rainy as today.

That day he came home from work in an extremely angry state. He received news from an acquaintance that he saw his mistress hanging out with a young man. He felt insulted… that she dared to do such a thing. Really! He met her on a humanitarian work trip in a poor countryside. He brought her to the city to pay for her education and find a job. In return, she became his mistress. He felt that she was indebted to him for considering him as a savior of her life.

He sat in the house he rented for his lover to wait with a bottle of wine that was more than half empty. Strangely enough, he didn't drink much alcohol every day, but today the more he drank, the more alert he felt.

There was the sound of a key clicking and then a clear girl's voice rang out:

– Ugh! I came… I came early today?

He looked at the girl with bloodshot eyes. In his eyes, he saw a girl of 24 or 25 years old, with long, shiny hair that fell to her shoulders, different from his hair that was once rough due to alum water, and his skin complexion now was the same. It's smoother and not as dry and sunburned as when he first brought it to the city. The girl's body is now fully developed and not as tight as before. Only her face is no longer innocent. like any other day, but still breathtakingly beautiful, her big breasts seemed to burst out of her shirt, her toned legs were wrapped tightly in jeans.

8:40 a.m.: The door guard's coughing sound interrupted his thoughts, he raised his eyes indifferently to look at the clock.

He came closer and glared at her, making her lover feel scared. His eyes showed confusion and fear at his strange actions. He placed his hand on the girl's chest and squeezed hard…

– Ah! It hurts my brother! The girl shouted.

Without saying a word, he roughly squeezed one breast and then the other, his tongue stuck out and licked all over the girl's face. She felt disgusted, not interested, so she pushed him away.

– I… just take it slow, I just left and if there's anything else, I'll…

He roared…

– Did you just come back from going with someone?

The girl was stunned and then her face stiffened…

– Let's say it's as you said.

The girl's words seemed to add fuel to the smoldering fire of jealousy inside him, and now it flared up…

– You dare!

After he finished speaking, he picked the girl up and threw her on the mattress in the corner of the room, lying on top of his hand and roughly kneading her body all over.

– Let me go! Have you let me go yet? The girl struggled…

He was now like a madman in a fit, so he didn't care what the girl struggling in his arms said anymore, his rough hand grabbed the collar of the T-shirt and yanked it.

– Reet! The shirt is torn…

The coin also suffered the same fate as the torn T-shirt lying on the floor. He buried his head on the girl's big breasts, stuck out his tongue to lick around the areola, then sucked it into his mouth and pressed hard, causing the entire nipple to run into his throat. Perhaps the tickling sensation of pleasure on the nipple made the girl less resistant. , her hand stopped trying to cover her chest and just placed it loosely on her breast.

His hand reached down to undo the button of her jeans, then thrust it in, crawling under the fabric of her briefs to reach the girl's hairy pussy. He passionately massaged the girl's rough hair, occasionally touching her lips. He pulled his hand up to his nose and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes like a drug addict snorting heroin. A moment later, the jeans slid off the girl's legs. She must have been aroused by now. No longer struggling but keeping pace with him.

Her hands skillfully and expertly removed his clothes, their two naked bodies blended together in carnal joy, throwing away all the jealousy and anger from before. His tongue greedily spread out all over the girl's body. It stopped and crawled between the two protruding skin edges, moved to the base of her pussy, kicked and licked it. The girl arched her body, moaned, arched her body and spread her legs wide for him to easily suck and lick. The girl's juices drenched her face and nose with an ecstatic fishy smell that made him excited. His fingers were now deep in her vagina, groping.

– Hey bro! Just put it in, I can't stand it anymore ummm… ugh… let it in.

The girl started moaning because she couldn't stand his tongue, which was actively licking her vagina and her fingers rubbing in her vagina. Now she just wanted his penis to penetrate deep into her vagina.

– I… I… put it in, please…

He pushed the girl's legs up high, making her brown and shiny pussy open in front of him. He quickly inserted his penis into the milk and it was as strong as a weapon…

– Bach!! Bach… cypress… bach…

Occasionally he would withdraw his penis from her vagina for a while, causing the girl to feel disappointed and about to open her mouth, but he would close it firmly…

– Ouch… ugh, the girl howled happily with each of his powerful blows.

He turned the girl over, forced her to raise her butt up, then from behind inserted his penis into the girl's pussy full of lubricants. When he got to the bottom, he pressed deeply and pushed his body, causing the penis to scrape all over the vaginal wall. causing the girl's juices to flow out and drench the two shaggy hairs that were intertwined, they clumped together and stuck to the skin.

About 10 minutes later, the girl's pussy spasmed violently. It stroked his penis and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he ejaculated heavily into the girl's pussy. The girl also gasped as the hot streams of semen flowed from her. He sprayed it deep into the vagina.

He leaned down on his lover's smooth back, his right hand caressing her smooth shoulder…

– Where were you at noon? Why do you keep looking but can't find it? He gently asked…

The girl lay still, a moment later…

– I'm a little busy… with work. Er… er… did you find anything from me?

– Ah! Aø! I just want to see… his membranes twitched, jealousy flared up inside him…

He turned the girl around, looked straight into her eyes and said each word…

– Who are you going with this afternoon? Tell me now…

– Huh… huh… I'm not going anywhere, just busy with office work.

– Don't lie to me. Someone saw her with some young man…

The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at him…

– If you don't believe it, that's fine. Don't be jealous. I'm tired. If you don't like it anymore, then break up.

He gritted his teeth and climbed, not expecting her to answer him like that, his hand clenched tightly as his original thoughts returned to his mind.

– If she doesn't belong to me, she won't belong to anyone.

Having finished speaking, the girl sat up and walked a few steps towards the bathroom. There was a rustling sound behind her and she turned around just in time to see him grab the ashtray next to the bed and lift it up.

3 minutes to 9: The sound of the key clicking made him curious, appearing at the cell door was the chaplain, the prison officer, and opened his mouth:

– Hello father!

– Hello child! The monk replied…

He looked up…

– Ah father! I didn't wait for Father… how are you this morning? He asked…

Pull up a plastic chair and sit across from him…

– I'm still fine! Were you able to sleep last night?

He sat up straight…

– Not much! Then he smiled bitterly: Father, do you know that I will be on the execution ground in a little while? That's the only way for me to get out of here.

The missionary cleared his throat and said:

– How do you feel when sitting here, do you feel regret or have any thoughts about your actions? Can you tell Dad if I hope he can do something for you?

He stared at the priest's face and said coldly:

– Am I speaking too early now? Dad, can you help me get out of here? Now… he started swearing and cursing wildly, causing everyone to quickly pull the clergyman out, aiming to avoid harming the clergyman in his excitement.

9:20 a.m.: He calmed down and signaled he wanted to talk again. The priest did not mention his problem anymore, the two just talked nonsense, occasionally the priest mentioned the word of God… in this last conversation to let him know that no one was lonely. forgotten poison.

9:35 a.m.: He had exactly 25 minutes left in this world, the radio somewhere was making a crackling sound, the two of them switched to the topic of sports and then jumped back to the topic of education.

Suddenly he asked:

– What time is it, Father?

The priest replied:

– Seventeen minutes to ten.

He licked his lips and said:

– At exactly 10 o'clock I will leave this life.

The two sat in silence, each pursuing their own thoughts.

9:45 am: He felt sick to his stomach, his breathing became rapid, his body trembled slightly, he tried to regain his composure, the officer guarding the door gave him a cigarette, lit it and asked:

– Do you want anything else? Or a cup of coffee?

He nodded, a cup of strong coffee in a paper cup in front of him.

The two continued their conversation heavily. They were freed when the clinic's physician entered the waiting room.

– Are you X?

He slowly replied:

– It seems right.

– Are you okay?

– Strong…

– Do you want to leave a message or say any last words? The reporters asked me if you had any last words?

He thought for a long time:

– Are not! I have nothing to say.

The priest shook his hand and said politely…

– Goodbye, child.

– I should have said goodbye. He said again and slowly walked out following the doctor…

Go to the preparation room.

Now the cleaning was almost finished, when it was time to change clothes, he was dressed in a new set of prison clothes, no underwear and no sandals. He stiffened as the doctor measured his pulse.

When everything was over, he was allowed to smoke his last cigarette.

10 to 5: Rabbi Vi walked up to him and held his hand…

– I'm very happy because we know each other better.

He was silent because he didn't know what to say in the last minutes of his life…

The search director signaled, two soldiers came next to him and said softly:

– Let's go! It's time.

He was unable to walk and the two soldiers almost dragged him to the lonely pillar standing in a corner of the execution site. He took one last look at the scenery and people around him.

Two soldiers tied him to a pole…

– Don't tie me to your chest, he said…

One person loosened the rope, a black cloth covered his eyes…

10 o'clock correct: The sound of the execution team officer ordering the execution team to step into position…

– All ready…

He held his breath, urinating in his pants, waiting for the moment the officer shouted “SHOT”…

The missionary quietly prayed: “Lord, please accept X, our brother in the human family, the child you love like any other child.”

– Bang! Bang! A series of gunshots rang out and his body collapsed. The doctor walked to his side to measure his heart and record the date and time of his death.

The priest sadly walked back with a heavy heart at the death of a living being. The sky was already bright and the sun was shining brightly. X he died because of the crimes he committed against his mistress, justice was served.

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