Name: Aiden
Age: 17
Sex: M
Description: See image
Crime: Male Prostitution
Scenario: Up to the author

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Yura squinted as the curtains rose, letting the blinding lights of the school auditorium spill across the stage. The principal strolled out to the podium, tapped the mic with a finger, then cleared his throat.

It was quiet enough you could hear a pin drop.

"I will make this brief. Yura Kawashima, for the crime of public lewdness, rape, and sexual misconduct, the school board has no choice but to sentence you to death via jigai."


The whole school had turned out for this special event. Yura Kawashima, age 17, student council president, sentenced to death. Up until last month, a well regarded model student with straight A's in all subjects and a bright future ahead of her.

Then the rumors started circulating, accusations, which lead to an investigation, which lead to charges, which lead to Yura kneeling on the raised platform in front of 2000 students, her crimes tattooed across her back.

Yura eyed the short wakizashi placed before her. The girl glanced up and saw 2000 pairs of eyes staring straight at her. She gulped, and pulled down her serifuku, exposing her neck, shoulders and chest. The tattoos detailing her crimes were fresh, and still raw. She undid her bra clasps and let them drop free, her firm breasts sagging slightly as gravity took hold.

With trembling hands, she grasped the handle of the wakizashi placed before her. The steel of the blade shone under neath the lights, glittering with reflections. Yura placed the tip of the short sword against her taut abdomen. Her heart pounded inside her ribcage as she steeled herself.

With a decisive yell, Yura shoved the blade into her torso, and wrenched it horizontally to the right. White hot agony ripped through her stomach, and she grunted, sweat dripping off her forehead and chin. She looked down, and saw her guts slide out of the gash, pulsating with blood and slime.

Her fingers now bloodstained, she gripped the handle of the wakizashi and pulled it out of her torso. Blood poured out of her, but her heart kept beating. At the limit of her endurance, Yura placed the edge of the blade against her slender throat.

"Guh!"

The sword sliced through the neck as Yura pulled it across. A fountain of blood squirted out of her neck, then slowly petered out as her heart stopped beating. The girl sagged, her eyes dulled as death slipped over her.


Yura Kawashima was displayed in the front lobby of the school for a week after, a grave warning to those who would break the regulations.