ReformedA Patreon Poll Story
(Man to Cow)
“Sentenced to life, as a productive member of society.” The judge’s words were still clear in his ears, even here in the Facility. It had no other name save that, and was always spoken of in hushed whispers.
Kyle Holt sighed, rolling his shoulders. It didn’t scare him in the slightest. When one had the chance to speak to God, and learn that murder was the answer, little things like capital punishment only felt like an inevitable conclusion.
“That’s him, right? That’s the one who killed Daddy?” The little girl from the trial teared up. She stood behind a glass pane, looking at him with dubious eyes. Her mother stood behind her, but the woman seemed too distraught to come up with a coherent thought.
Kyle didn’t feel like a monster. He was, but he didn’t feel like one. People never seemed to understand that sometimes death had to come early. He smiled to the girl, and nodded.
The guard beside him