Arthur Hates Needles, Part 1

At 0830 in the morning, Warden Broussard swiped past the daily activity log on her tablet, occasionally taking sips from her coffee as she checked the day's schedule. It wasn't a busy day, with only one execution scheduled in the afternoon. She tapped the prisoner profile for the unlucky lad and enlarged the portrait.


Prisoner ID: 83289954
Legal Name: Arthur Derrick
Gender: M
Age: 12
Ethnicity: Caucasian
DOB: 2050/06/03
Scheduled Execution: 2062/07/25 at 1430 hours


A pair of dark brown eyes stared at her, shining with quiet intelligence. The boy's oval face was framed with a mess of jet black, wavy hair that cascaded down to his shoulders. His skin was pale, with freckles sprinkled across his pert, upturned nose and rosy cheeks. Arthur's lips were pursed and his eyebrows furrowed, looking deep in contemplation. Ah, just my type, Broussard thought to herself. The warden had a soft spot for quiet, intellectual types. They were always so soft and easy to break.

She swivelled her office chair around and looked at the wall behind her desk. Row upon row of heads gazed down at her, glassy eyed and expressionless. Broussard reached out and ran a finger down the cheek of a tanned blonde, feeling the cool pliability of chemically preserved skin and flesh. She cracked a smile. Arthur would make a fine addition to her collection.


Arthur was housed on death row, cell #5 in C block. He had spent his final week contained in the small 6x6 room, surrounded by cold concrete. A thin mattress, a sink, and a toilet were the only amenities afforded to death row prisoners. The boy sat on the mattress, aimlessly twirling one of his raven bangs with a finger. The distant sound of footsteps clopping down the hall grew nearer and nearer, until they stopped in front of his cell. He looked up, and saw the warden flanked by two guards. "Medical Examination time", the warden stated, "Get up and present your hands". Arthur complied immediately, raising his hands and letting one of the guards grab his wrists and cuff them behind his back.

They took him to the medical infirmary, walking him down the hall to catcalls and jeers from other prisoners. Arthur had gotten himself known for being rather slutty among the prison population. For a couple extra meal tickets, he'd let other boys fuck his tight ass and cum in his mouth. His slender figure and almost feminine facial features meant he had been very popular. Of course, in a few hours that wouldn't matter to him.