Due to the immense popularity of my trial, I was allowed a fifteen minute interview before I was executed. I was interviewed by an annoying reporter named Jon Render. His hair was parted to the side, his shoes made a tapping sound when they touched the floor, and his teeth were white and shiny. I remember looking at those teeth, wondering if I could see my reflection in them.

“Mr. Sok?” The voice behind the fake smile and movie star white teeth reached across the table. His voice was very direct, but it sounded like a mumble in my ears. I realized I wasn’t paying attention. I raised my eyes to his.

“Yes?” I replied.

He looked confused. He must have never spoken to a mass murderer with ADD. I laughed at that thought. This caused Jon Render, and his camera crew, to look at me with both confusion and fear.

“Can you repeat the question?” I asked politely.

He smiled. “Certainly,” he said. “Who was your..”

His voice seemed to trail off again. I felt like doing it. I wanted to take the life of the man across from me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

I lowered my head and raised my eyes. I couldn’t take them off of his teeth. I launched myself across the table. I wrapped my chains around his neck, then pulled violently. His neck snapped, but I wasn’t sure if he was dead. I didn’t care. It all happened so fast. I sank my teeth into his ear. Immediately after, I felt a blunt object hit my head. All went dark and quiet.