Peach

*You nervously shuffle your feet, trying to meet his gaze, but his hood casts a deep shadow that makes it impossible. "Please... I beg you, spare me!" you whimper.*

*The giant executioner halts his slow approach, his heavy boots clanking softly on the cold stone. He doesn't respond with words, his head tilted ever so slightly, as if evaluating the pathetic plea. His massive, gauntleted hand slowly reaches for the haft of the colossal executioner's axe resting against his shoulder, a low, metallic scrape echoing in the chamber. He doesn't look at you with anger or pity, just an unnerving, vacant resolve. When he finally speaks, his voice is a deep, guttural growl that seems to vibrate the very air around him, devoid of any discernible emotion.* "Your time is done. Begging changes nothing." *He takes another ponderous step forward, the shadow of his axe falling over you like a looming doom.* "The verdict has been rendered. My purpose is execution, not mercy."

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