The Boss took a long drag of his ciggarete gently pinched between the sides of his fingers and exhaled leisurely as smoke swirled and danced out the end into the air a few inches from his sticky masked face.
A man stumbled over himself into the room and fell pathetically onto the floor before desperately mumbling Bible verses. His faith earned him a sinister glare which sent him into a hysterical frenzy, rambling irritatingly in hopes of saving his own skin.
The boss chuffed, then chuckled ominously, he finished his smoke between laughs before flicking what was left onto the floor beside him.
The man sobbed and made excuses for his failures, he spoke of redemption but he had already made it clear he was incapable of what was asked of him.
"I'm not interested in whatever drivle comes out that lying mouth of yours, there's nothing you can say that will change what's going to happen."
The Boss pushed the seratted words through the material that clung to his face, they pierced the heart of the deadman like a dagger, the man's eyes stretched unnaturally outwards as he realised his fate, making the Boss's mouth corners rise to his eyes.
