John waited impatiently for the Keeper to finish his business.<em>Too fucking much pomp, you cranked out fuckwit</em>.  If it had been up to him, they just would have strapped the whore down and raped her to death, but who the hell listened to a damn patrol captain anways?  Not a goddamn one of em.  But he was good enough to drag the bitch out past the barricade.<em>No fucking appreciation for hard work</em>.<br/><br/>He glanced over the prisoner, inspecting her bonds - nicely secure, at least they did that right - and the likelihood she'd be able to walk out the gate.  Not many were; not that it would stop them.  They'd just drag her to the end of Patrick's home territory if they had to; although the cement would take the flesh off like a cheese grater and leave a mess that always attracted the flies.  He spared a glance for her assets, too; she was quite a piece of ass, he admitted.  By morning, though, she'd probably be pieces of ass.<em>What a fucking waste.  </em><br/><br/>He slipped a black bag out of his pocket; really, just a waste rag that'd been stitched up a bit to cover the heads of the condemned.  It was more tradition than anything else, but the Patrick's were smart enough not to show all their defenses to some skank as she's beaten and led out to the slaughter.  He shoved the sack over the prisoner's head and made sure the seam was in the back.  An old shoelace was wrapped around her neck, and John knotted it with a special grin of sadism; it wasn't enough to choke her, quite, but enough to make her think they might be trying to.<br/><br/>The escort was small, although it wasn't terribly far outside the barricade.  John and five other men began to trudge out through the chill, late evening breeze; a few small drops of rain tickled their skin.  Although they used the yoke to guide the condemned, she kept stumbling and hopping around on the damn foot like a three legged mongrel.<br/><br/>John scowled; he had better places to be.  His wife was at home, probably leaking a river after seeing the bitch here get burnt up, and his dick was ready to pound her hard.  "Crap, there has to be a better way than this shit," he mumbled.