Chickenfoot117

 Winston coughed as the gas began to seep into his lungs. His mind was reeling in pain as the oxygen levels in his brain sank. "Why?" he managed to gasp, "Why are you doing this?" "Does it matter?" an unknown voice replied. "I…" Winston choked out, "I didn't – didn't do anything to you…" "You did more than you could ever understand, Leonard, more than anyone else." It was getting hard to think, but Winston's half functioning mind was still partially working. "Then why," he asked, "why kill me like this? Why not torture me?" "This IS torture." Winston chuckled. "No it isn't, it's like freezing, my brain will slo