Name: Tessa Arnolds
Age: 13
Sex: F
Description: See image
Crime: Hacking into sloppily secured intelligence agency servers and leaking the identities of hundreds of agents to the world
Scenario: A young computer prodigy is manipulated into betraying her nations secrets. Now, she faces the death penalty for treason.





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Mike was fiddling with his watch when the first two prisoners entered the execution chamber. He looked up, coolly appraising his victims. Two females, both of them brunettes, and both wearing nothing but their underwear. From a quick glance, he could tell they were related. Mike looked down at the checklist for the day. Linda and Christina Bishop, mother and daughter, sentenced to die for their degenerate relationship with each other.

Mike called up Christina first, reasoning that it would be more merciful to spare the teenager the agony of seeing her mother die in front of her. Christina turned and gave her mother a tight hug. Linda held her daughter, sobbing quietly. He glanced at the girl while he prepared his tools. She was definitely good looking, with a slender, athletic build. Modest breasts, compared to her rather busty mother. Her brunette hair was tied up in a simple pony tail, her eyes pointedly avoiding his.

She finally let go of her mother and slowly plodded over to the gurney. The teen sat on the edge, and swung her legs up onto the bed, before laying her head back on the pillow. Mike tightened the straps across her arms, chest, abdomen, thighs and feet. He looked around surreptitiously, then quickly slipped a hand underneath her bra and gave her breasts a quick squeeze, relishing the pleasantly firm yet pliant sensation. Christina squeaked in surprise. Ignoring the girl's venomous glare, Mike placed 10 EKG patches on her chest, arms, and legs, then inserted an IV drip feed into her left and right arm. He checked the EKG monitor. Christina's BPM was elevated from the normal rate, but that was to be expected.

Only one more step remained. He leaned over and asked the prisoner for her last words. She shook her head. He nodded, and walked over to the switch that would start the execution.

The state called for a simple two drug injection. A 5 gram dose of sodium pentothal, then a squirt of saline solution through the tubes followed up with a 100 milligram dose of pancuronium bromide, a muscle relaxant that killed by paralyzing the lungs and diaphragm. At precisely half past 12, he pressed the switch, sending the lethal dose through the IV tubes and into Christina's body. The young girl took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her heart rate spiked on the EKG monitor. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Christina opened her eyes and looked around, visibly confused. She laid her head back, blinked a couple times, then closed her eyes again. The anesthetic had kicked in, knocking her unconscious. Slowly, the BPM on the EKG decreased. At the two minute mark, it flatlined, a loud beep echoing through the chamber.

He undid the restraints and lifted Christina's corpse up off the gurney. Two body bags had been prepared, and he laid the dead girl into one. He dutifully recorded time of death and her prisoner number onto a tag and attached it to the bag. "Next up, please", he called out.

Linda Bishop stood up and shakily walked over to the gurney. She paused in front of Christina's body and knelt down, gathering her daughter up in her arms. She kissed her dead child's lips, tears rolling down her cheeks as she trembled. Mike let her grieve while he cleaned the IV tubes and prepped new doses.

Linda gently laid Christina back into the bag and stood up, gracefully pulling herself together as she clambered onto the gurney. Mike admired her body. Linda had kept herself in shape, and could have passed for a woman a decade younger. Her body had filled out, and where her daughter had been thin and athletic, she was shapely and meaty. Her brunette hair had been cut short, and she stared back at him, her dark brown eyes filled with regret and resentment. He strapped her down tight, attacked the EKG patches and IV drip feeds, and asked for her final words.

"Forgive me, sweetie. Mommy's coming up to meet you", she whispered, her voice ragged. Mike nodded, and hit the switch. The woman stiffened, then relaxed as the drugs ran through her body. Her eyelids drooped, then closed for the last time. Mike waited, but only a minute had passed before he smelled the stench of urine. He looked over at Linda's pelvis, and saw a wet spot grow across her plain cotton panties. The executioner heard the beep of the EKG machine detecting a flatline BPM, and went to untie the restraints. Grunting, he lifted the dead woman up, and with considerably more effort, dumped her unceremoniously into the second body bag. He marked date of death and prisoner number, then called the medical examiner in to take the bodies away.