Gemma

"Holly McDaniel, you are hereby sentenced to death. May the lord have mercy on your soul", the guard droned in a bored tone. "NOOOOO, PLEASE!" the girl screamed.

Gemma turned away, wincing as she heard the scraping sound of the guillotine blade dropping. The screams of the young girl strapped in increased in pitch before being cut off by the thud of razor sharp steel sliding through flesh and bone. Gemma looked back, and saw the twitching headless body of the girl get dropped into a black body bag.

Her heart rate increased. It was her turn now.

At 18, Gemma was one of the older girls at the facility. Due to her rebel parents, she had spent her childhood training for the eventual uprising against the repressive government forces. Unfortunately, the government had a mole in the rebels, and captured her and her family. Gemma's parents had already been executed, and today she would join them.

The guard assigned to her tugged the chain, and she got up off the bench. She noted the way the guards eyes wandered over her body with a slight shiver of disgust. Gemma had an athletic lifestyle, and her body showed it. Her legs and arms were well muscled, her stomach firm, with a slight hint of a 6 pack rippling underneath her taught young skin, tanned brown from years spent outdoors. The prison had cut her strawberry blonde hair short, the de rigueur for those sentenced to the guillotine.

"Alright, girl. Get on the board, lay on your back", the guard ordered curtly. Gemma complied, grimacing as she felt something sticky and wet smear on her back. The girl laid her head back and the guard shut the lunette over her neck. Gemma stared up at the blade and shivered. Soon, her life would be over. She couldn't really wrap her mind around it.

The guard walked over to the blade release lever. "Gemma Andrews, you are hereby sentenced to death. May the lord have mercy on your soul".

Gemma shut her eyes tight, gritting her teeth. 18 years of memories and regrets flashed through her mind. The sound of the blade falling was drowned out by the sound of her heart hammering away in terror. A sharp pain cut across her neck, then sudden numbness. She felt a falling sensation, and opened her eyes. The world spun around and around before fading to black.

The guard watched the girl's body twist and turn, its large firm breasts jiggling as her muscles flexed and relaxed mindlessly. Blood sprayed out of the neck stump, pooling underneath the corpse. The acrid scent of urine wafted up as Gemma's bladder relaxed. "Active one, aren't you?" he muttered as the board angled itself, dumping Gemma's corpse into a fresh black bag. He walked around to the head basket and peered inside. Gemma's head peered up at him, her golden eyes dull and half lidded. Her soft lips were open, a rivulet of blood dripping from her pert nose.