My name is Jacob and I am nine years old. I am one of the seven boys who have been selected for execution. We are all between the ages of 5 and 14 and none of us can quite comprehend why we have been chosen for this horrifying fate. We are all standing here, completely naked and trembling, with fully erect penises that betray our fear and innocence.

I try to make sense of the situation, but my mind is in a constant state of panic. Why are we here? What did we do to deserve this? These questions race through my mind as I stand against the wall, waiting for the Executioner to call my name.

I look at the other boys, some younger than me, others older. We are all in the same unthinkable situation and yet we are alone in our thoughts. I can see the fear in their eyes as they try to come to terms with our inevitable deaths. We are all scared, but we know there is no point in trying to fight or run. We have accepted our fate even though we are just children.

The crowd that has gathered is cheering, their morbid excitement fuelled by our terror. I can’t help but feel a sense of disgust towards them. How can they take pleasure in the death of innocent boys? Do they not see that we are just children, with lives ahead of us?

One by one, the Executioner calls out our names. The others walk up to him without a word, knowing there is no escape. I watch as each of them is beheaded with a single slice of the sword, their bodies falling to the ground and twitching in their final moments. I try to look away, but I can’t. I have to watch, to bear witness to the cruel fate of my friends.

I can feel my heart racing and my breath quickening as I wait for my turn. I know that soon, my head will also be separated from my body, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I close my eyes and try to prepare myself for the pain, but nothing can truly prepare me for this.

As the sword comes down, I feel a searing pain in my neck. It is excruciating, but I do not resist. I know that struggling will only make it worse. As my body collapses and my head rolls away, I feel a strange sensation in my groin. It takes me a moment to realize that I am experiencing my first orgasm. But it is not one of pleasure, it is one of pain and terror.

As I lay there, my body convulsing in death, I am grateful that it is over. The fear and pain will no longer haunt me. But at the same time, I feel a deep sadness for the life that has been taken away from me too soon. I will never get to grow up, to experience all the joys and wonders of the world.

As the lights start to fade and my consciousness slips away, I can hear the crowd’s cheers growing louder. They are rejoicing in our deaths, celebrating the end of our young lives. And it sickens me to my core.

But as I take my last breath, I find solace in the fact that I will never have to witness such cruelty and inhumanity again. For I will be at peace, in a world where innocence is valued and protected, unlike the one I am leaving behind.