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Name: Jessie Musashi
Age: 25 years old
Sex: F
Description: See image
Crime: Theft, grand larceny, kidnapping, assault.

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There was but one punishment for treason, and for Terezi that punishment was metted out two days after her brief trial. The case was cut and dry, and there was no sense in wasting the governments money on a long, drawn out legal process when the conclusion was inevitable. The state had declared her a traitor, and they would not have done so publicly if there was any chance she might be innocent, would they?

The grey skinned woman was taken out in the morning, to the amphitheater where her execution would be held, for public display. Ropes were tied to both of her wrists, and her ankles, and bunched together into a leash used to guide the nude prisoner up to the platform. The stands were, of course, packed with spectators, many there of their own volition. While the State had been known to occasionally force locals into watching, so that it would seem that they were held in high approval, this was not always necessary, and today seemed to be one such day where the participants in the stands were eager for the execution to take place.

Any protests on Terezi's part were ignored by the black masked executioners. A reading of her crimes was read to the crowd as the woman's arm and leg bindings were tugged in four different directions. She was lashed to a series of poles, strung up with her body suspended above the platform. Each rope was tied to a metal ring. Each ring connected to a heavy chain, which ran through a pulley system. This system eventually ended in a wheel, that the lead executioner walked up to, placing his meaty hands on the spokes.

Terezi was breathing frantically. There was no escape - there had never been. But her chest heaved and her bare breasts bounced. The nude woman gasped for air as she felt her body begin to be pulled, and tugged, in four directions at once. Each click of the wheel sucked another chain link up into the pulley at the top of the poles. Each link tugged the heavy ring up by an inch. And that in turn tugged on her limbs. Pressure began to build and build at her joints - the wrists and ankles, of course, but mostly, the shoulders and hips.

Soon, Terezi was groaning in pain. The crowd was screaming in delight as the woman's body bucked, pulled taut. She shook, held in place, breathing rapidly, eyes full of fear. It felt like she was going to break apart. The Executioner gave a heavy spin of the wheel, cranking the chain in a few links, and in the process, pulling each limb from its socket. Terezi screamed in agony as her arms and legs were forcibly dislocated. She thrashed about, her body hanging awkwardly now, each limb flailing.

But it did not stop there. After a moment of the intense agony, the girls sobs and pants heard in the crowd, the executioner began to spin the wheel again. And he did not stop until, with a sickening tearing of flesh, each limb was ripped from her body, muscle and skin pulling and pulling. The scream - her last scream - was ear piercing and wretched, as the head and torso fell down to the floor of the deck, flopping about like a fish out of water. She wailed, only too have her voice tail off. Massive blood loss, and the shock of pain brought her death swift at that point, and she soon lay still in a pool of her own blood, piss, and shit, face starring up blankly into the sun, watching her severed limb swaying in the wind.