Spades

I squinted under the probing rays of sunlight as I was forced under the wooden head chamber of the guillotine. Hordes of people shouted obscenities at me. I should be afraid. And yet, I feel sadistically overjoyed that all of these people had come to see me die. I felt strangely at ease.
I heard the yell of the executioner asked he cut the rope suspending the blade ten feet above my head. The clan of spectators fell silent and I heard the sound of sharp metal cutting through the air. Oh, the sound I knew too well.
Then my world went dark.