Ffs, that guy again, he really doesn't get how these threads work. Here's a proper reply and a new prompt to keep this thread on track.

>>5690

Name: Yura
Age: 17
Sex: F
Description: See picture
Crime: Lewdness on school grounds, abuse of power. As the student council president, she regularly used her position to get 'favours' from other students (of both genders); however once one of them finally spoke up, so did numerous others, and with the number of allegations against her, the principal has little choice other than the greatest punishment in the school rules and have Yura executed.
Scenario: She is executed on stage in front of the whole school during assembly to serve as an example for the other students, and as a warning to her successor in particular. (Bonus: She is executed by her successor, and/or she gets publicly humiliated/raped by some of her victims first)

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“Elsa McConnelly?” Even though the warden somewhat butchered the pronunciation, Elsa immediately looked up, not like there was anyone else in her cell. “It's time.” With a shaky nod, the girl, having changed her prison clothes for her school's uniform once more for this day, got up, following the uniformed woman into another room, where her last meal had been prepared: a simple but high-quality hamburger and a glass of coke.

As Elsa began silently, hesitantly, eating, the warden couldn't help but feel slightly bad for the girl's fate. Yes, the law was the law, and Elsa not only attacking her classmate, but using a knife from the art supplies, and continuing to slash and stab at the girl until she was beyong saving certainly didn't help her case, nor did the fact that as foreigners, neither she nor her parents had quite been able to properly defend her in court, even with the help of an interpreter.

But still, she was just a child, only a year or so older than the warden's own daughter. However, sadly, by this point there was little she could do to help Elsa without risking serious repercussions, so the warden would just do her job, and do her best to make sure the girl wouldn't have to suffer long.

In the meantime, Elsa had finished her meal and was just blankly staring at the wall in front of her, the faint shakes of her body and the fear in her eyes betraying her otherwise stoic expression. She'd screamed and cried and raged at first, but seemingly run out of tears and energy after a day or two, and seemed resigned to her fate in a dull depression.

“Come.” The warden's voice startled her out of her reverie, and she followed the woman back into the corridor until she stopped in front of the women's bathroom. “You need toilet?” The warden asked, and after taking a small moment to understand the question, Elsa just shook her head, and the woman continued down the hallway, exiting into a small sectioned-off area of the prison courtyard.

No spectators were allowed for the execution, so Elsa had already said farewell to her parents and received her last rites from a priest, all that was to was… end it. However as the warden guided Elsa to the middle of the area, suddenly the girl ran in front of her with tears in her eyes, throwing her arms around the woman and clinging to her as she broke down crying. “I-I'm scared, Miss! I don't want to d-die! Please, I want my Mommy!”

Even though she didn't understand all the words, the intent was very obvious, so in a slight breach of protocol, the warden returned the gesture, holding Elsa close to her chest and stroking her head with one hand, until the girl's sobs slowly calmed down over the course of several minutes. Gritting her teeth and taking a few moments to compose herself, the warden finally broke off the hug, looking down at Elsa's reddened, tear-streaked face. “I'm sorry.”

“Please kneel here.” The warden gestured at the ground in front of her and Elsa complied, seeming to try her best to remain composed. “You have last words?” Elsa shook her head and the warden stepped behind Elsa, pulling out a large pistol. “Please don't move. It will be…” She briefly paused for loss of the right word. “not painful. I promise.”

Elsa briefly flinched at the touch of the metal against her skin as the warden reached down to place the gun against the back of her neck, but to her credit she remained still, audibly holding her breath as the woman briefly searched for the right spot …before finally pulling the trigger without warning.

The loud bang of the gun drowned out any sounds Elsa might have made as the bullet carved through her spine and into her brainstem, killing her instantly. Her body slumped over, falling onto its side as it only continued mindlessly twitching and jerking for a handful of seconds before falling still, the middle of the black shorts she'd worn under her skirt visibly stained with urine. It was done.

Wiping away a stray tear, the warden threw the gun onto the ground next to Elsa's body as she hastily turned to leave and call for the disposal team. After being cleaned and photographed for the files, Elsa's body would be returned to her parents, while the warden would go home to hug her daughter and tell her to please, please, please, never get into any trouble.