Mika

Mika popped the last french fry into her mouth and chewed. In contrast to her fellow gang members, she had not lost her appetite in the face of her impending death. Indeed, she had demolished her last meal of cheeseburger, fries, and a 2L of Coke. She wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her jumpsuit, and reclined on her bed to rest. Suddenly, the door to her cell creaked open. A tall woman in a doctors coat, and a young guard entered the cell. The guard ordered Mika to undress for her medical examination.

Mika stood up, winked suggestively at the woman and unzipped her prison jumpsuit. She slowly opened it, until her flat chest was completely bared. Her breasts were just starting to grow, two tiny white mounds topped by two pink nipples. She continued, slowly stepping out of the crumpled suit until she was completely naked. Her body was two toned, arms and legs a dusky shade of brown, her torso milky white. Her body was lean and toned by years of dancing and running.

The guard simply stared, jaw agape. Dr. Serena Turner was unimpressed.

"No use trying to seduce me, you little whore" she muttered, as she walked over and gave the young girl a cool look. Stethoscope in hand, she monitored Mika's heartbeat. It thumped rythmically. No irregularities there. Dr. Turner knelt down and slipped on two latex gloves. Mika squeaked as the older woman slipped a finger into her vagina. "As expected, no intact hymen", Dr. Turner noted. With a wet sucking sound, she extracted her finger.

Standing up, the doctor opened Mika's mouth, and peered in. Mika's pink tongue trembled. Dr. Turner wondered how many dicks that tongue had wrapped around. She shuddered. The streets of the suburban wasteland around San Francisco were no place for a kid to grow up in.

She made one last note, and walked out of the cell. Suddenly, she heard a soft taptaptap, and felt thin arms wrap around her waist. Shocked, she turned around and looked down. Mika's emerald eyes looked back. "Miss, I really don't want to die", she whined pathetically. Dr. Turner firmly pushed her away. "Kid, there's nothing I can do for you. You will hang in 20 minutes, and that is pretty much it", she said softly.

The expression on the girl's face crumpled, and she began to cry. In a rare spark of kindness, Dr. Turner took pity, knelt down and gave Mika a hug. Mika held on to Dr. Turner tightly, and as the tranquilizer from her meal kicked in, her crying slowly wound down to sniffles. The guard cleared his throat, and offered Mika her jumpsuit back. The young girl slowly let go of Dr. Turner, and took the suit.

After Mika had finished dressing herself, the guard cuffed her wrists and led her out the cell towards the transfer room. The other kids were waiting there, each cuffed and flanked by a guard. Mika's guard glanced down at his young prisoner. Her youth, tragic background of forced prostitution by druggie parents and innocent demeanor had made her the darling of the trial. Unfortunately the girl Mika had helped rob and kill had a very powerful father. In the end, the 12 year old girl would swing from a noose alongside her compatriots.

The kids were handed off to a thin man named Charlie (accompanied by a lady photographer), and the group walked down the hallway to their final room. The door opened, and Mika felt a current of cool air rush over her face. The gallows loomed ominously, 5 nooses hanging from the steel bar attached to the ceiling.

Mika had a quick flashback to an early memory. Her mother had mentored young Mika on risky customers. Some of the riskier were those that had violent fetishes, Mom had warned her. Stay away from clients that liked asphyxiating and beating whores, Mom said. Mom had lost some good friends and coworkers from those jobs.

Now she would give one last dance performance for the riskiest of clients, the noose and the government. She giggled to herself, despite the situation at hand. Charlie came to her, and gently prodded her towards the stairs. She saw the rest of her friends walking up to the platform and she hurried to join them.

She bounced up the stairs, softly humming a melody from one of the old cartoons that would play on the TV's at the seedy motels she had lived in all her life. Charlie watched her, saddened at the prospect of snuffing out such a charming little girl.

She skipped her way to one of the remaining nooses, turned to Charlie, and flashed a big grin. "Well, what are ya waiting for mister?" she teased. Mika tilted her head up, presenting her slender neck to Charlie. The executioner wondered about the kinds of tranquilizers the government was using that would make someone so damn happy to be hanged. He slipped the noose over her head, and tightened it with one graceful motion.

Mika felt the noose slip over her head, and tighten around her throat. Unfortunately, the drug slipped into her burger wore off at precisely that moment.

The girl gasped in horror as she suddenly realized where she was. This was it. Her final moments. Her heart began beat harder and harder. She began to cry, from fear and from relief. Soon it would all end.

The lady photographer stood in front of her, camera raised. A flash of light briefly blinded Mika. The young girl quietly sobbed.

She heard the executioner walk past. She saw the executioner descend down the steps. The executioner reached into his pocket and retrieved a remote.

Mika began to shake.

The executioner began to count down out loud, his voice clear to the prisoners. Mika closed her eyes, and drew in a long lungful of air. The trapdoors clattered open.

Mika fell.

Perhaps it was her light weight. Perhaps it was a fault with the noose and the way it was positioned around her neck. But for some reason, when the noose snapped tight, Mika didn't die.

She felt agony. The noose crushed her windpipe and forced her head to tilt at an incredibly awkward angle.

She kicked her long slim legs. Her body twisted around, swinging as if it were a pendulum on a clock.

Mika's mouth stretched open and tongue straining forward, as if begging for one more gulp of oxygen.

She felt something warm and wet drip down the crotch of her pants and legs. "I've messed myself", she thought. Humiliation mixed in with her terror.

A minute passed, then two, then three and four. Mika finally expired, but her body still struggled. The occasional twitch stirred her still limbs, garbled signals sent from a dying brain.

Her jaw hung open with her swollen tongue limply drooping out the side of her mouth. A string of drool slowly descended from her lips until it met her chest.

Her emerald green eyes stared down at the floor, pupils dilated. The flash of the photographer's camera reflected in her unseeing eyes.


Dr. Turner ran her hand along the girl's chest. It was still warm, and Turner relished the sensation. She loved this part, examining a lump of meat that had been a living, breathing, thinking person a short few minutes ago. She slowly shifted her hand until it lay just above Mika's mons pubis. The woman swiftly slipped her gloved hand in, giving the dead vagina a quick rub.

The doctor felt dampness, and pulled her hand out. She gave it a sniff, and smelt urine. "Looks like you weren't taken to the toilet for one last piss. The least those guards could do for chrissakes!" She groaned.