Drop
Drop. Drop. Drop. Somewhere close, water was dripping. It was driving you insane. Your throat was dry, you haven't drunk anything for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, footsteps in the hall, light shining into your cell. They dragged you out like some sort of an animal. You thrashed against your chains like one too.
Out, out into the sunlight you went, your eyes straining from the unfamiliarity gained by hours upon hours of pure darkness. You and your captors started to gain a crowd. People followed you, some even rushing ahead to grab the best viewing spots.
When you went up the stairs to meet the man with the rope, a quiet chant started rising from the crowd. As you got closer, closer and closer to meet your maker, their words grew louder and louder with your every step.
Drop. Drop. Drop.