The air hissed out like a snake as I stood there watching. Some people would call me cruel, heartless, a female dog, ect. But me? Im just doing my job.

I stood in front of a huge tank.The air hissed out like a snake as I stood there watching. Inmate # 666666 fell to the groundin a small metal tank,almost like a metal coffin. Little did he know this death secured my retirment houses, along with an unlimited number of luxuries.

This is my job. I create ways to kill people. My latest design involves an enclosed tank, from which all oxygen is then sucked out of. It will revolutionize death row. It is solar powered, and inexpensive to build.

Some people would call me cruel, heartless, a female dog, ect. But me? I have nothing against hopeless cases. I’m just trying to pay the mortage.