I took a small chair that was in a corner and sat it in front of the desk. I sat there and watched him, only flinching as it got hotter and hotter in the room. He began to squirm in the large leather chair, I bet it was indeed hot for him. He was braver than the rest. But now I don’t want to seem like a bad guy or anything, I’m not. I just have my job, granted I accepted this job of killing on my own accord, but what can I say, there is just something fascinating about seeing a soul leave a body. It was fascinating when Paolo’s and Francesca’s left theirs. And it will be amazing and intimate when Mr. Hesse’s leaves his, as I watch him catch a flame, trying to be brave and not flinch as the flames consume him. Ah, he is a ignorant man. I got up.
Malatesta took leave of his seat and walked behind the desk again. He took a draw out and found too beautifully crafted fountain pens inside, he took them out and looked at Mr. Hesse, “You know this is just too easy, are you the big ox I thought you would be, can only throw around your weight if need be?” He spun the chair so as it was facing him, he looked at the man in the chair and winked. Suddenly the pens seem to melt into Hesse’s knees.
“We wouldn’t wanting you to get way with your death as I did, god forbid.”
Tears began to stream down Hesse’s face as the final realization finally set in that he was in fact going to die. He tried tugging and yanking on the pens in his knees but they would not budge, he was as you can say, Fucked. He fidgeted with the pens a good 3 minutes before the smoke got to him and he just laid back against the chair. Malatesta stood up, dusted off his clothing and turned towards the door. Before he reached it he felt inside his jacket and pulled out his shades and put them on. He then opened the cherry door and walked out the room. As he was walking away from the house he could see the large flames casting a bright light throughout the area. He thought to himself, To night has been a good night.
