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"Hellooooo? Anyone there?"
Abby peered into the wooden shack. The Sheperd boy had told her to come here, on the outer edge of his family's farm, a few miles away from the village in order to repay her debt to him. The young girl grimaced with regret as she recalled the accident caused by her capering. It was doubtful the Sheperd boy would be able to walk due to the accident.

Lost in her recollection, she stumbled further into the dark void of the shack. It smelt damp, and was full of old, disused tools and scrap metal. She squinted, her eyes adjusting to the dim light.

A scraping sound crept up behind her, and before she could turn, a gloved hand clamped over her mouth. Her eyes shot open in shock, and then closed as the chloroform napkin pressed over her nose caused her to slip into a deep sleep.

The father of the boy looked down at the limp, unconscious young blonde in his hands, and felt a tremor of anticipation. He laid her down gently, and pulled Abby's tights down from her growing hips, down her slim legs. Unfolding a pocket knife, he cut away her top, exposing her budding chest. It rose, up and down as Abby breathed quietly, still unconscious.

He took a length of rope from a shelf and quickly tied her ankles and wrists together, leaving Abby trussed up on the floor, like a turkey.

The scraping sound returned, and the older man looked around. His son stood watching over his father's shoulder, leg still in a cast, leaning on his walking aid.

"That little girl almost killed me", the boy stated, trembling.

"Dont worry son, we'll make her pay", the father responded, reaching into his coat pocket. He withdrew his hand, and placed a small revolver in the boy's palm.

"In your condition, best to make it quick and with no chance of a fight".

The boy nodded, limped over to the sleeping Abby, cocked the revolver, and with barely a pause shot her once in the forehead. A pressurized jet of blood squirted from the entrance wound, and Abby stiffened, her restrained hands and feet flexing in a autonomous death rattle. A sigh emerged from her mouth as blood poured from her facial cavities.
The boy aimed, and fired again. Another skull shot, more blood spray misting the wall and floor. He moved his aim towards Abby's bare chest, squeezed the trigger three more times. The pressurized streams quickly dribbled out as her heart stopped beating.

The father took the smoking gun from the shaking hands of his son. He dumped the fired casings out into his palm, whisking them away into a pocket.

The son looked down at the bloodstained body, her head surrounded in a halo of bright red blood and leaking brain matter.

"Good riddance", the father said, laying a hand on his son's shoulder.
Name: Saito
Age: 12
Personality: Tough, combative
Appearance: See image
Apparel: See image
Consent: none
Type of Death: Execution
Setting: First death sentence handed down to a juvenile after a new law passes increasing the punishment for violent crime