Kill the bastard

You have him helpless in front of you. Usually you find it cheap to kill someone like this, but you certainly don't want to wait until he wakes up. You look around for a bit, even try to pull the stake out of the floor, but no dice. Eventually your eyes comes to a stop on the whip. You smile, ironic. With quick hands you fashion a noose out of the whip and tighten it around his neck. You then pull it as tight as you can and wrap the reamining length around his neck a few times before tying it off.

You sit beside him in silent satisfaction as his grey skin gradually turn darker and darker. His eyes shoot open, already swollen and red from the popping blood-vessels. He opens his mouth, desperately to breathe, but the leather of the whip has only gotten tighter over time. He reaches for it with his hands, but the knot is out of reach. After fruitlessly trying to loosen the whips grasp, he starts convulsing and after a few violent shakes, his arms limply fall to his sides and the life vanishes from his eyes.

Good.