Name: Elsa McConnelly
Age: 13
Sex: F
Description: See image. Energetic tomboy.
Crime: Murdered the girlfriend of her schoolyard crush in a fit of jealous rage.
Scenario: Daughter of two American expats in an alt universe Imperial Japan that never entered WW2.

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They took Aunt Claire first. The former super model was no longer wearing fashionable designer clothes, but a ratty cotton tank top and orange prison issue pants, the same uniform Lucy and I wore.

She didn't struggle as they strapped her into the chair, on account of the sedatives they had already fed her. I watched intensely as the executioner slid the IV tube into her arm, seeing her flinch as the needle sank through her soft skin. Claire looked down at her arm and the tube. She bit her lips nervously.

The executioner, a young, pale looking man affixed an EKG patch to her chest, his not so subtle attempt at groping her tits earning him a dirty look from the older woman. He recoiled, turned away with a blush and went to the wall of shelves in the death chamber.

He came back with the drug. As the supply of purpose made lethal injection drugs had dwindled, the state now mixed their supply with cheaper, off the shelf products. Cost effective, as they say. I looked on as the man placed the bag of clear fluid into the IV feed mechanism.

There was no time given for last words. He flicked a switch, and there was a hiss as the contents of the bag were pumped directly into Aunt Claire's veins. Her eyes widened, and she began to struggle in her restraints. The EKG machine picked up her skyrocketing BPM. Aunt Claire's perky breasts swayed as she writhed, then her heart gave out within her chest. The EKG machine flatlined, and Aunt Claire's head fell forward, her eyes wide open. Between her legs, a wet patch grew as her bladder relaxed. The executioner undid her restraints, took hold of her arms and dragged her limp body off the chair and into a body bag. Two more lay beside her, and I shivered as I imagined my own corpse being zipped up in the very near future.

As the eldest sister, they took me after. Lucy would be safe, as a minor, she was still exempt from the death penalty. I looked back at my little sister, saw her pale, tear streaked face and gave her my bravest smile. Inside, I was terrified.

The seat was still warm as I settled in, the leather straps still moist from Claire's sweat. I cringed as my butt sank into the piss puddle Aunt Claire had left. Now, it was my turn to be fondled by the executioner, his bony fingers digging into my breast flesh as he placed the EKG patch on my chest. I looked away, held my breath as the IV tube was inserted in my arm. My heart was pounding at a million miles an hour.

Then, the switch was flicked once more, and I felt the liquid enter my body. The last thing I saw as the world went cold and dark and distant was my little sister look away, her face crumpled in grief. The darkness collapsed around me, and I let go, letting the world slip away. It was almost peaceful.