An art book lmfao, I'm not Picasso so I'm not the best but I'm average.
Might contain suicidal pictures, dark themes probably not but maybe sin and demons. Lol also if you're homophobic don't even bother with this book i draw a lot of gay bois.
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I felt like drawing something darkish so I did. I'm also gonna write a small thingy about the feelings Tord felt in the chair—- so if you don't like descriptive violence, or gore I suggested not reading it? You judge how good of a writer I am, I think I'm absolute dog shit.
Tord was taken to another room. The scent of blood filled the air, it made him excited. His son refused to accept the fate the judges gave him. He was screaming and yelling as the guards pulled him away. Officers moved him to the electric chair, surprised he wasn't struggling like others on the death row. Despite the fact, Tord was to be killed if he sat in that chair his breathing stayed calm... eerily calm. It sent shivers up the observer's spines. He was carefully sat in the chair and tightly strapped to it. The only sound was crying and yelling coming from his son still fighting the guards. Tord faced Torm and gave a chuckle, it frightened the people strapping him into the chair. The chair smelt of blood and had bloodstains. It relaxed Tord. He'd always been used to blood, especially after all the families he's brutally murdered for his own pleasure. Tom walks over and holds Torm tight.. blankly staring at Tord. The guards walked away from Tord and the top of the chair was gently placed on his head. Tord's breathing remained calm the whole time as he was ready for his electrocution.
"Ready to go to hell?" The executioner asked as he walked over to the box next to the chair and put his hand on the lever. His sons crying and screaming got louder and louder. Tord gave a gentle smile, it thickened the air around him. The executioner carefully pulled the lever, first small vibrations then slight shocks. His body started twitching as the shocks got more painful and more aggressive. A warm sensation rushed down Tord's lips, his nose had started bleeding. His whole body spasmed and ached. Tord couldn't help but smile so wide it felt like his face was going to break. His eyes rolled back and his body tensed up as the pain got unbearable. Tord's eyes teared up and his son stopped struggling, he witnessed the gory scene. Tord's body kept spasming until one large shock struck his head. His ears, eyes, nose all bleeding out. His scarlet red blood dripping all over his slightly ripped and torn citrus orange jumpsuit, staining it. His head moved to the side and fell limp.. that was it. The executioner turned the machine off. He checked Tords pulse...No pulse... no breathing... no movement...No Tord.
"Time of death 10:54 pm." The executioner announced. The guards clapped their hands together and cheered as the most wanted man in their country had been killed. Torm had fallen to the ground, Tom looked down at him blankly. The process was done. They took the straps off Tord's limp body. His corpse getting colder and colder. They picked the body up and took it out of the room. Tord left this world leaving his son beyond traumatized and Tom alone. All the while smiling. His plan was completed, nothing stopped him.
