Tormentor's fate

When Hannah awoke, she found herself not in her own body temporarily, but rather someone else's. It was clear she was going to experience the **** of this particular soul.

Whitefield was in his cell, having already listened to a kindly priest. He had given the former judge the chance to confess his crimes, and as he left, the man closed his eyes.

Eventually, the sound of footsteps became audible in his ears, prompting him to stand up. He approached the bars, and the people outside were a couple of prison guards.

"It's the day of your reckoning, Mr. Whitefield," one of them told him.

Whitefield nodded before he exited the cell one last time. "Yeah," he simply said to them.

Before long, he entered the execution room, and before him was an electric chair. The staff would prepare to get him in, and once they finished, he was sitting completely still, not moving a muscle.

Before his eyes were his family members, as well as the ones of those he had killed. Their emotions were a mix of grief and anger, though this did not faze him.

Taking a deep breath, Whitefield finally said what was to be his last words. "Ladies and gentlemen, I've already done what I believed to be the right thing instead of putting them behind bars. Soon, you will all share the same suffering as me after I die."

Then, the switch turned on, and the chair began electrocuting and roasting him. The execution soon proved to be a success, leaving his loved ones to grieve while those of the victims celebrated.

Everything went black again; this time, Hannah had returned to her physical body. As she got up, she had an axe in her hands.

Finally, standing before her was Tormentor, his trusty chain-whip in his hands as he stared at her almost coldly.