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 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.