No, no, no! Please help me! I'm only 14!! I'm too young to die!!!" The boy sobbed as the hooded man tightened the noose around his neck."Sorry Timothy but the Judge has made his decision. Besides age wouldn't have saved you anyway." Said the sheriff as applause echoed from the crowd. The sheriff then began to read his final statement to the sobbing boy.``Timothy Gilling you have been found guilty of disturbing the peace and have thereby been sentenced to be hung by the neck until you are dead, with hardly a scrap of clothing on your back, your corpse serving as a warning to all rambunctious younglings. May you rot in hell” As the young boy looked on, tears filled his terrified eyes. He couldn't look away from the executioner, just staring in shock as his short life began to flash before his eyes.
"Please...I didn't mean to do it...I'm sorry…" the boy begged as the sheriff said "String him up!" signaling the executioner to begin. Please... I beg-ack...! GGHK!!"
The boy's words broke off as his feet left the ground, eyes wide in terror legs and feet thrashing.
And up he goes! Folks, we hope you enjoy watching his execution, the sheriff loudly announced, as the townspeople watched the kicking form of the boy writhe in pain backed behind the rising applause and jeering from the gathered crowd .

The boy struggled against the pain flaring under his jaws. His arms and shoulders jerked as hard as they could, trying futilely to break through the sturdy handcuffs and reach his throat to free him. His feet peddled, trying to climb up the air rather than search futilely for purchase. The blood throbbing in his head began to drown out the insults, and the occasional laughter from a crowd member. His eyes tried to focus on his jury and executioner, but his vision quickly began to darken at the edges, reduced to a pin-point that only changed when he spun by the sun.

From the townsfolk's viewpoint, the boy appeared pretty lively. The boy was naked save for some rather tight-fitting underwear. As he thrashed about they began to slip down his legs revealing his forcibly erect boyhood to the mercilessly laughing crowd. Luckily the underwear did not obscure the student's view of the kicking bare feet of the boy. They loved watching the toes of the guilty twitch and flex as their bodies began to give up. The people's applause tapered off just before the boy's body went slack.

The boy's head was filled with searing pressure, every thought burned away by the red pain lancing through his skull. His arms began to feel sluggish and thoughts became harder. He could feel his heart thudding in his chest still, struggling to keep him alive as his brain demanded more oxygen. His tongue lolled out, starting to swell as his face darkened. He tried in vain to beg "please..." once more, but was unable to get any air out of his white-hot lungs. As his body began to fail, his bladder released, a dark yellow liquid soiling the pulled down underwear as it began to drip into a puddle on the dusty ground

Eventually, the pain began to fade - the pain and weight on his neck giving way to numbness. He no longer noticed the lights, no longer kicked or fought. No longer noticed his heart fluttering in an awkward rhythm.
No longer thought. No longer lived


The boy's body would remain up as an example for at least a week, being used for occasional target practice until the gallows were needed again…….