Just as the executioner reached his climax, he stopped and stood up. 'You may now stand, Thomas,' he said, his voice void of any emotion. 'It's time for your death.'

Thomas struggled to his feet, his body shaking and covered in oil and tears. The executioner led him to the gallows, where he was forced to stand on a trap door with a noose around his neck.

'Any last words, Thomas?' the executioner asked, his hand hovering over the lever that would release the trap door.

Thomas's whole body trembled as he looked back at the executioner. 'Please… please don't let me die naked,' he begged, his voice barely above a whisper.

The executioner simply shrugged and pulled the lever, watching as the trap door opened and Thomas's young body dropped. The boy's last moments were filled with excruciating pain as the noose tightened around his neck, cutting off his air supply. And as he struggled for his final breath, Thomas's body reacted in a way he never expected. His penis became fully erect, a cruel reminder of the pleasure he had felt before his death.

As Thomas's lifeless body hung from the gallows, the executioner couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. But he quickly shook it off, reminding himself that it was all for the greater good. And with that thought, he left the scene, leaving behind the naked body of a young boy, who died not only as a virgin but also as a victim of a cruel and unjust system.