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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 She knelt
in the snow and waited. Her hands bound behind her back, her ankles bound after
she knelt; she waited. The snow was cold on her bare legs as was the north wind
as it played over her nude body. She had come here to be executed and she knew
that these were the last minutes of her life. A beautiful day, blue sky, bright
sun, fresh clean snow ready to receive her lifeless body. A Chinese beauty she was
, too young to be here, small firm breasts whose nipples were erect from the cold
, narrow but shapely hips, slender legs, truly a mans dream. Caught in the web of
a cunning boss who had included her in his schemes without her knowledge she had
already watched as he paid the price for his actions. She waited for her turn to
feel the rifle muzzle between her shoulder blades. Noises behind her, the crunch
of footsteps in the snow, a metallic snicker and a click warn her that it time.
She has time to take a deep breath before she feels the cold metal touch her back
. The breath is her last action.
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 She hears
the click of the firing pin as it strikes the primer of the round nestled in the
chamber. The round fires and the bullet moves down the barrel. It makes the jump
from the steel to the flesh of her body and begins it\u8217\'92s journey of destruction
through her. Her backbone shatters and the spinal cord is blown apart. The blood
vessels nested next to her spine are ripped open. The slug tears the right side
of her heart open as the fragments of bone become deadly missiles that spray to
the sides of the bullet\u8217\'92s path and each one cuts it\u8217\'92s own path
through her lungs, heart, and the large blood vessels connecting them. The bullet
and the bone fragments open a path for the hot expanding gasses to follow. Blasting
down the narrow paths opened for it the gas washes through her flesh and violently
rips and tears until the narrow paths become huge gaping wounds. With her lungs
pulped and her heart shattered she is already dead but it is not yet over. The
copper and lead slug hit\u8217\'92s the back of her breastbone and drills through
to exit her body in a spray of blood, flesh, and bone. She feels the impact just
as she sees the bullet impact the snowy hillside and throw up a fountain of white
. She also sees the red spray of her blood as her body falls forward driven by the
force of the shot. Her last breath is forced from her body and takes with it her
life. The lifeless body lands in its own blood and bounces slightly before it lies
there, still and already cooling in the snow. }