The waiting room was sparse, bare white walls and ceiling, cold concrete floor. No windows, a single door. Flourescent overheads buzzed endlessly, coating everything in a pale blue-green light. I had struggled and fought when they first took me, and in return my captors had returned the favor, whacked me in the stomach, roughed my face up. A cotton tissue jammed up my nostril to keep the blood back.

They had ziptied my hands behind my back when I first got here. That was 12 hours ago, judging by the digital clock display mounted on the wall. My mouth was dry, and I was starving. Finally, steps in the distance.

They stopped outside my cell. The door opened, and a tall, statuesque woman walked in, wearing a blue jumpsuit and a baseball cap. My eyes went straight to her well endowed bust, then to the two burly men wearing body armor and handguns holstered on their belts behind her. They grabbed my arms and dragged me out. I didn't have the energy to protest.

They took me down the hallway, and I couldnt help but notice how many cells there were. Did each one hold someone like me? A standard, run of the mill 15 year old boy, kidnapped on their way home from school. My parents must be worried sick.

The hallway terminated with a double set of doors, which lead to a courtyard. The first thing I noticed was the neat line of six cardboard coffins, all empty. The second was the raised scaffold with six nooses.

The woman turned and faced me. She held a tablet in her hands, and began to read off of it. "Samuel Wilson, you have been chosen by random selection to be disposed of. You will consent to being noosed and hanged until dead, and you will consent to volunteering your body to the Agency of Health and Wellness for medical experiments that will advance our nation's scientific understanding. Choosing no will change nothing except place your family under a red flag, wherein they too will be disposed of in the next round of disposal selection."

I stood there in shock. The woman turned the tablet around and held it in front of me. "Speak your consent into the tablet, voice recognition will authenticate your disposal forms."

My mouth was dry. "Y-yes", I croaked pathetically.

Her smile was cold.

They dragged me up the stairs towards one of the waiting nooses. There was a part of me that refused to accept that this was really happening. The noose slipped over my head, and I could feel the fibers of the rope scratch my soft, pale neck.

I felt the woman's breasts squish against my back as she adjusted the knot, her perfume scent wafted past, lavender notes. As she stood back to inspect her work, I saw her eyes go down to the bulge at my crotch. Despite my situation, my cheeks went red.

She walked up to me and leaned in close. "You're cute, I'll have fun with you afterwards". Her hand grabbed my ass and gave it a squeeze. My heart pounded as her tits brushed against my arm. She pulled away, and placed a hand on the lever.

I shut my eyes, and gave a final brave smile. Tears ran down my face as my mind flashed through my short life. Friends I would never see again, mom and dad, my sister. Birthdays and holidays, summer beaches, the scent of salt water. My crush at school, Eliza. She had smiled and held my hand, and I desperately wanted to lose my virginity to her.

Suddenly, there was nothing beneath my feet. I dropped, so fast I didnt even have time to scream before the noose snapped tight.

Guhhlk.

I swung, the noose biting into my slender neck, digging deep under my jaw. Pain filled my panicked mind, and I kicked and convulsed, desperate for a foothold to relieve my strangulation. My vision filled with flashing lights, stars, and then a yawning black void. I could feel nothing, see nothing and hear nothing. A final lavender note wafted past as I fell into the abyss.

The woman watched as the boy convulsed, his legs pulled up almost to his chest, his hands twisting behind his back. He was almost certainly unconscious, but the body does strange things when treated to a short drop hanging. Finally, the body went limp. She noted with amusement that the boy (She did not recall his name) still sported a rock hard erection, very clearly visible tenting his pants. She sighed, and brought her tablet out. With a flick, she checked Samuel off the list. Five more to go.