                                                   BULLETS AND BOOBS




    I have watched her since she was sentenced and sent here. Her record has provided me with much pleasure as I plan her death. She doesn’t yet know that she is marked for death, she has been allowed to think that her case is under review and that there may be someway that she will escape that which the law promises for her. She is now only sixteen and was but fourteen when she transgressed. What she did is not important now, what she is and what will befall her are all that matters. The new laws allow for me to kill any over twelve at the time of their conviction. I will shoot her. She will stand naked and tied to the post and face me as I load the gun. I will stand just far enough away to avoid the blood spatter but close enough that we will be able to watch each other’s eyes. I will shoot her five times, the first one will strike jut above her pussy mound and will angle down to destroy her sex organs. I will allow her the time to realize what I have done before shooting her the second time. This slug will tear through her stomach and allow the acid to spill into her guts. Again I will give her time to enjoy the new feelings, I expect that by now she will be screaming and I hope that she does long and loudly. She is very proud of her body and her young sexuality and it will pleasure me to destroy it a piece at a time. Her perfect breasts will be my next targets but I will take care not to allow the bullets to hit her heart or any of the large blood vessels near it. No she will not escape that easily, she will be gasping as her lungs fill with blood and she drowns in her own red fluid. It will take at least fifteen minutes before she will have earned the last bullet. Not the usual mercy round to the head but a killing one never the less. No, I will use the last one to destroy her throat as I used the others to ruin her body and breasts. She will die choking on the red wreck of her throat, sucking down blood and bits of her flesh until the damages all  combine to overpower her will to live and she will hang limply in the ropes securing her to the post. She will be dead but I will still cover her head with the heavy clear bag and tie it around her neck with the twisted wire that is the sign of one that has been executed. A noose may rot but the stainless steel wire will last longer than any part of her and so will mark her for all time as one who was not worthy of life or any reburial or mourning. I will tell her tonight and tomorrow she will die. 



     
