Selection: Kira.

Unlike some of her fellow soldiers, she got weak in the knees and surrendered when I pointed my gun at her.
"Please, I can give you whatever you want, just don't hurt me."
I feel bad for her and I'd like to take her to be sentenced for her part in the war-crimes that occurred. She's responsible for a lot of death, probably, maybe. I wouldn't mind letting society take justice, however once the fort is taken, I receive and order via walky-talk (execute all prisoners) and part of me is glad I can be the one to inflict her punishment.
I order her to her knees with my guns against her forehead. She bites her lip and stammers. "I just . . . I just . . . please."
I unzip my pants and gestured toward the firearm between my legs.
"R . . . really?" tears begin to fall from her eyes. She tries to go at it with her mouth but I smack her with my pistol and gesture toward her hand. As soon as she starts giving me a hand job I plant my actual pistol in her mouth. She sucks on it suggestively like she's giving it a blowjob, my finger dancing dangerously near the trigger.
After she's done with her hard work I throw her to the ground.
"Please . . . can I go now?"
"Bitch you aren't going anywhere," I say, watching her shrink in terror as I go for my combat knife, "I'm going to feed you to the birds."
She begins to shiver involuntarily and goes into shock. I get down on top of her and start pealing away at her clothes with my knife, starting at the neckline and going down across the chest, belly and crotch. It all peals away surprisingly easily, but I apply more pressure than necessary, scrapping her soft skin just a bit and making her sob and coo and moan.
Once her bare breasts flop out I poke at them play-fulling with the knife. She is sitting up against the wall shivering, unable to fight back. I pull the tie out of her hair and let it fall wildly all over her toned, damned body.
"Please, have mercy. I'm . . . I'm so scared."
I pull her up by the hair and stand her against the wall, then I beat her violently with my bare hand, face, belly, knee to the crotch, breasts like punching bags.
She tries to shield herself with her arms bugs I'm faster and stronger, so when it's done she falls to the floor, bruised and bloody, repeating absently, "I surrender, I surrender, I surrender."
The time has come to finish this punishment and hang it like a flag, as a warning against others who would harm the innocent. I take off her remaining clothes, boots and gloves and such and strip her completely nude.
"I surrender, please, I surrender . . ."
First I used her bra to tie her arms up, then I drag her to a nearby oak tree. Seeing her tied there I considered being my own firing squad and filling her mortal meat with cold rounds, but I have a better idea.
While she squirms and coughs and sobs I cut into her with my knife, a cut above the naval, one above each breast, one above her clit. She moans with each slice, and I nick her a lot more across the body. After she is running like a dripping faucet, I kiss her and I take a picture with my phone.
"Please . . . surrender . . . mercy . . ." then I leave her there to bleed to death.
It is going to be a long night for her, and tomorrow the birds will have something to pick off the oak tree.