Name: Vivian Wren
Age: 34
Sex: F
Description: See image
Crime: Wren is a trained assassin for the Yakuza, accused and convicted of killing at least 4 prominent members of a major city government in an attempt to intimidate the council over an upcoming vote.

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The group gathered in the room on the other side of the glass barrier, filing in slowly to their seats. There were cameras set up in either corner, and another two were hanging from the ceiling, in the chamber on the other side of the glass. A pair of reporters were there, with recording gear and note pads. Other than that, the room was filling up with officials, designated by the state to witness the execution.

On the other side of the barrier was a single metal table, tilted up at an angle. This allowed those on the other side of the glass to bear witness. Normally such an event as this would not have quite so large an audience, and would not be broadcast. But the matter at stake warranted the measures, as to ensure that no one got the idea to do such a thing again.

The Table was not empty. Strapped down, naked, but aware, was a woman, with large breasts (the straps ran above and below the bust) and legs spread. Her dark hair was loose, and there was a gag in her mouth to keep her from screaming too loud. Her eyes were wide, and she was squirming about, but the straps that crossed over her ankles, thighs, wrists and just above the elbow, as well as her waist, kept her in place.

The clock struck 8:00pm, Local time, and one of the men in uniform stood up, gesturing to the glass window, and the naked woman bound to the table. He pulled out a piece of paper and began to read from it. "We are here this evening to witness the lawful execution of one Miss Jenny Carter, for high crimes of treason against the State, as well as the manufacturing and deployment of a chemical weapons, classified as a weapon of mass destruction. In accordance with the law, and under court orders, we will now execute the prisoner with her own nerve agent."

This was, of course, played in a speaker on the other room. The woman, one Jenny Carter, was able to hear everything that was said. However the glass was sound proof. So those on this side could not hear her scream. But scream she did. The girl had done what she had been told was necessary, to bring down the Capitalist oligarchs that suppressed the workers of the country. She did not expect to get caught, or fall subject to the full force and fury of said oligarchs (those that survived the gas attack in any case). In true capitalist fashion, bets were being made on how long she would last, even now.

A hissing noise filled the room, and her head bounced about, as she started to gasp harder for air. She couldn't actually hold her breath - the ball gag in her mouth prevented her from doing so. Her toes curled and she squirmed from side to side, the table rocking slightly. Through the glass she could see the faces of those watching. Some were calm. Others looked eager, ready for her to die.

The gas filled the room in a gentle blue haze, almost peaceful looking. She was sweating now, knowing what was happening. The fumes seeped into her mouth, down her throat. She coughed. Inhaled. And that was it. Her body reacted almost immediately. The thrashing intensified, far beyond what her own conscious efforts had elicited. She bucked up, her stomach arcing against the strap, then crashed down. She was screaming and sobbing, trying to breath as the agent seemed to burn her lungs from the inside out. Her eyes were wide, starring back at those watching her, as slowly the whites became blood red.

Jenny was crying now, from the pain, and the realization that this was in fact the end. She'd failed. There was no peoples revolt. Tears of blood poured out of her eyes now, as her vision became as red as the blood on her cheeks. Foam appeared at her mouth, and her nose, bubbling up and out like a rabid dog. She shook all over and her body then sagged. Drool and spit poured down her chest.

Red, red, everything she saw was red…and then…darkness. She took one last searing breath and tried to scream, but only managed to gurgle as the agent ate through her trachea. Her legs bucked at the knees, and her body sagged against the leather strap. Her head was held in place, unable to fall forward, as blood red, lifeless eyes stared back. Between her legs, a stream of rancid piss poured out, splattering to the floor. And then the body hung there. Dead.

"Thus to all traitors," someone on the other side of the glass said. "it is now 8:07 pm. Miss Jenny Carter has been executed as per the order of the court."