On this day he was to be removed from his seat. He had been in this seat of power for nine years straight. However he used his position to screw over those who had wronged him in the past. All he wanted was to use his position to ruin those from his past. To him it was important to get rid of those who humiliated him, ridiculed, and stabbed him in the back. In his mindset his position gave him ample opportunity to destroy certain individual's lives while instilling fear into people. Some how things still progressed as normal and people worked except for the ones he targeted. Most of those individuals fled the country. Those who remained were imprisoned, executed, or forced into poverty.
Going to the window he saw an entire crowd of people, his own citizens among soldiers ready to storm his office house. During his reign he transformed his own house into the office of his position. That was unusual for a man of his position. He acted like a king over the county ever since he sat in his office. Many of his secretaries, and advisers saw this as weird. During the first few years they urged him to follow through with the requirements. Each time they came to his house he refused to operate that building. One year they begged him to move his office over to the main building. Using his position he forced them to perform sexual acts or humiliate themselves in public with the promise that he would come over. It had been six years and that promise was never fulfilled. At the window he watched several members of the assembled mom begin to throw rocks and various objects at his house at 9:18 A.M. on a very cold autumn month.
For several minutes he watched as his own house was practically attacked with projectiles thrown from hands. He was surprised that none of the crowd members fired on the house. It wasn't long until the crowd started throwing things at the upstairs window where he was. That was at 9:24 A.M. and he knew he was screwed. He began to panic for a few minutes more rushing around the inside of his house while it succumbed to attacks. Windows were smashed and parts of the walls were no doubt cracked, dented or splattered with what the mob threw at him. Running around his house did not save the situation as his "lackeys" as he called those who worked with him got out of the house through the back door. It was 9:33 when they fled like cowards according to his old self who acted like a dictator and tyrant over them. All they mustered to him were "Screw you dumb a##!" and ditched him like all his friends did.
At 9:38 A.M. he heard a loud bang at his door. The mob was trying to force its way inside. Acting fast he slammed his room door shut and locks it. Then he realized he could go to the attic and hide. Reopening the door he raced to the attic and pulled the string down. He cut the string so no one else could even get up there. Rushing up the ladder he broke it getting up. Now in the attic he closed it shut and hid for the next ten minutes. The only thing he could do now was listen to the noise of the mob rushing inside he own home. At exactly 9:48 A.M. the trap door was being ripped off and a ladder was placed against the hole. Angry voices and shouting could be heard from bellow. Cornered like a rat he soiled his pants as more than six people came up. He began tossing things at them causing one of them to fall and hurt themselves. The rest pounced on him and tied him up aggressively. A commanding officer just watched with his arms folded across his chest. When it struck 9:51 he was lowered down to an angry mob that started beating him with fists, and bats. Several soldiers, and officers forced the mob to calm itself. He was carried out of his own house quickly with the mob screaming and shouting at him. Outside his house was a bigger mob that threw insults at him and threw trash at him. Looking over his shoulder his own house was trashed, and nearly torn apart. Under the custody of the authorities that he once praised the dictator was shoved into a coffin to be buried alive at 9:54 A.M. in the morning. There was to be no trial, no jury, no sentencing just the mob burying his butt alive. He was now forced out of his position. That was all he thought of and pondered inside the coffin.
Going to the window he saw an entire crowd of people, his own citizens among soldiers ready to storm his office house. During his reign he transformed his own house into the office of his position. That was unusual for a man of his position. He acted like a king over the county ever since he sat in his office. Many of his secretaries, and advisers saw this as weird. During the first few years they urged him to follow through with the requirements. Each time they came to his house he refused to operate that building. One year they begged him to move his office over to the main building. Using his position he forced them to perform sexual acts or humiliate themselves in public with the promise that he would come over. It had been six years and that promise was never fulfilled. At the window he watched several members of the assembled mom begin to throw rocks and various objects at his house at 9:18 A.M. on a very cold autumn month.
For several minutes he watched as his own house was practically attacked with projectiles thrown from hands. He was surprised that none of the crowd members fired on the house. It wasn't long until the crowd started throwing things at the upstairs window where he was. That was at 9:24 A.M. and he knew he was screwed. He began to panic for a few minutes more rushing around the inside of his house while it succumbed to attacks. Windows were smashed and parts of the walls were no doubt cracked, dented or splattered with what the mob threw at him. Running around his house did not save the situation as his "lackeys" as he called those who worked with him got out of the house through the back door. It was 9:33 when they fled like cowards according to his old self who acted like a dictator and tyrant over them. All they mustered to him were "Screw you dumb a##!" and ditched him like all his friends did.
At 9:38 A.M. he heard a loud bang at his door. The mob was trying to force its way inside. Acting fast he slammed his room door shut and locks it. Then he realized he could go to the attic and hide. Reopening the door he raced to the attic and pulled the string down. He cut the string so no one else could even get up there. Rushing up the ladder he broke it getting up. Now in the attic he closed it shut and hid for the next ten minutes. The only thing he could do now was listen to the noise of the mob rushing inside he own home. At exactly 9:48 A.M. the trap door was being ripped off and a ladder was placed against the hole. Angry voices and shouting could be heard from bellow. Cornered like a rat he soiled his pants as more than six people came up. He began tossing things at them causing one of them to fall and hurt themselves. The rest pounced on him and tied him up aggressively. A commanding officer just watched with his arms folded across his chest. When it struck 9:51 he was lowered down to an angry mob that started beating him with fists, and bats. Several soldiers, and officers forced the mob to calm itself. He was carried out of his own house quickly with the mob screaming and shouting at him. Outside his house was a bigger mob that threw insults at him and threw trash at him. Looking over his shoulder his own house was trashed, and nearly torn apart. Under the custody of the authorities that he once praised the dictator was shoved into a coffin to be buried alive at 9:54 A.M. in the morning. There was to be no trial, no jury, no sentencing just the mob burying his butt alive. He was now forced out of his position. That was all he thought of and pondered inside the coffin.
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