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Part 1

A woman stands on a raised wooden platform overlooking a massive crowd that stared at her in anticipation. She loved everything about this, the crowd enraptured gaze, wrapping their will so easily around her finger, the victims last moments before their death, and the howls of the vicious dogs under her making a refreshing addition. She felt like the star of a movie when she took her stage, listening to her adoring audience cheering her name, "Cassandra".

The sound of creaking wooden steps alters her to the arrival of her guest of honor. She quickly checks over her shoulder to sees a child, around 9 she guessed, with a sackcloth bag over his head. Chris is supposedly the child's name. He was guided to her side, where a trap door was set into the platform with a noose hanging over. His escort, a wall of a man, leaves the moment he puts the child in his place. It was Cassandra job now.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, today we show those monstrous zealots that their evil will not go unpunished." Cassandra revels in the crowds' eager cheers and applause.

"Today, we show them that we have no mercy for them! No mercy for their supporters and sympathizers! NO MERCY FOR THEIR FAMILIES!" Cassandra yells as she turns and rips the bag off of the boy's head.

The boy's face was streaked with tears, his eyes frantically flicked around the area, and a cloth gag bites into his mouth. Cassandra wonders if he even knows what's happening to him, though she couldn't care less what the answer is. The audience goes silent, watching the boy's face.

"Do not be fooled by his youth and innocent face." Cassandra calls out to the crowd as she grabs him by his hair and pulls him to her, "Think of your own children and their suffering. Think of the children who have lost their innocents, their lives, and their minds to this vile cults' sick whims. Think of how the few children we have saved will forever live in fear and pain because of these people."

A noticeable murmur begins to raise through the crowd.

Cassandra forces Chris closer towards the crowd, "Think of how many young boys and girls have been given to this child for slaves and toys by his father? How many has this mere child has already raped and killed for his own pleasure and beliefs? How many must suffer before we say enough is enough and bring them the punishment they deserve."

The crowds' murmurs quickly become cheers with each sentence. Cassandra truly doesn't know if the boy or his family have done anything close to what she says, but that doesn't matter as long as the audience cheers for her.

Cassandra pulls Chris back to his place.

"We must show them that their evil ways will no longer be tolerated. Their sins have finally come to collect their dues and we will ensure that every last one is paid for." Cassandra screams out to the crowd.

The crowd gives a thunderous applause.

Cassandra basks in the glory for a moment, before turning to Chris. Cassandra takes hold of the noose, slowly slipping it over Chris head, barely tugging the rope tight around his neck, and leisurely walks up to the waiting crowd. Cassandra loves to keep her audience at the edge of their seats before the climax finally hits.

"Now, we begin to avenge those who have suffered at their hands and take back our lives." Cassandra says in an eerily calm voice before turning to face Chris. Cassandra gives a strong kick, and the trapdoor burst open and Chris falls.

Chris fall is quickly stopped by the noose though, left hanging only a little lower than before. He begins wildly swinging around, desperately trying to escape the rope and breath. The audience cheers as they watch him slowly die and Cassandra enjoys the show as his face slowly turns red.

While Cassandra watches him, she notices something. A strange bulge is pressing against his underwear. She almost burst into laughter when she realizes that the child had a boner, but a wicked idea quickly took her interest. Cassandra turns to her audience, a wide smile on her face.

"These people have raped, killed, and tortured our children with no hesitation. Why should we show them any more kindness and restraint when dealing their punishments?" Cassandra screams, rewarded with a roar from the crowd that vibrated her bones.

Cassandra confidently strutted behind the flailing Chris, his face now turning blue. Her hands grip his underwear and effortlessly pull them down, exposing Chris boner to the audience.

"Let's see what they think when it's their children who are raped and tormented before they die." Cassandra yells at the crowd, the crowd's cheers and applause becoming deafening.