Victor, I-They... It's over.
I've been caught. They trapped me next to a big tree, with a sign saying 'Grand Survivor' on it. There were blood stains everywhere. The grass was crimson red. Splotches of black dotted the landscape. I knew death was approaching, so I asked to be killed in one way.
Be hung.
But those damned creatures, wanted me to suffer. The worst execution that was talked about. I shuddered as they said 'Hung, Strung and Quartered'. How am I writing this? Well it's my last day left and well. I'll see you soon.
Lots of Love Bro,
M

[A black mess of sharp objects is under the text]
{Writer's Note: Hunt Strung and Quartered was a tortuous way to die. It was: Being hung to near death then released and disemboweled.
Every organ got thrown into a fire (while they were alive) and the person got cut into quarters and shipped around the city as a warning. Gruesome, I know}