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2024/02/25
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The trees were still barren, the sky a frigid steel-grey. Winter had yet to pass on to Spring.
Surrounded by sheriff's deputies, her arms bound behind her back, Alana grimaced as the simple canvas shift rubbed and chafed her silky smooth mauve skin. They had refused to let her wear the fine elvish clothes she had on at the time of her arrest.
Two of the men roughly grabbed her arms and pulled her onto the back of the truck. The other two got into the cab. With a cough-bang, the old diesel engine rumbled to life. They pulled away and juddered down the gravel road towards the execution grounds.
Not a single word passed between the men guarding her. Their looks said it all. Who knew what dark magic this elf had up her sleeve?
They drove a quarter mile down the road, then pulled over into a nondescript parking lot, an office building overlooking it. A crane on a flatbed had been left in the lot, a single nylon rope noose tied to the crane hook.
A small crowd of locals had gathered to watch the elven woman hang. Alana surveyed the crowd and saw not a single sympathetic face.
Phones were out and recording as the truck stopped, the deputies pulling Alana up from the truck bed. They helped her down, and promptly guided her towards the waiting noose. She was a photogenic subject, her body curvaceous and full in all the right places. Her emerald green hair had been shorn short in a boyish pixie cut by the prison barber that morning, so that there would be no obstruction between her slim neck and the rope. What drew the most attention was the impressive set of horns curving away from the sides of her forehead.
She offered no resistance as the noose was pulled down over her head and snugly seated underneath her left ear.
A sign of the devil, whispered the onlookers amongst each other.
Their phone cameras recording, they marveled at the otherworldly beauty, prepped to swing for a trumped up charge.
With the noose preparations done, the deputies withdrew. One of them sauntered over to the control panel for the crane.
One minute left until the specified time.
Alana could feel her heart pound. She licked her lips, feeling their chapped dryness. Sweat beaded on her forehead, rolled down her cheeks. The wind blew hard and pressed her shift tightly around her form.
A buzzer rang. It was time.
The crane winch whirred, pulling Alana up, up, until finally her toes no longer made contact with the flatbed trailer.
She squeezed her eyes shut, jaw clenched in pain as the noose dug deep into her neck. Her long legs swayed, then kicked out.
Her feet pointed like a ballerina's, searching for a toehold.
The dance started.
Alana swung her legs wide. Her arms rose up, desperately reaching for her neck. The restraints meant she could only pull them up to her ribs.
The seconds crawled past, agonizingly slow for the elf. Her writhing hiked her canvas shift up, showing off her neatly trimmed pubic patch to the onlookers, some of whom had to take a seat to hide their growing excitement.
At the 15 second mark, she fainted. Her body continued to undulate, even with no conscious thought behind it. Her legs slowly rose, reaching up until her knees pressed against her taut abdomen. Likewise, her arms twisted, wrists and hands in a T-rex pose. This she held for another 4 seconds before her body finally relaxed, legs and arms going limp.
She turned slowly in the cool wind. Her mauve face was a deep red, her tongue squeezing out from between her plump lips, a thin string of snot oozing from her nose. Likewise, her breasts were capped by visibly pointed nipples. In a small gesture of grace, the deputies had let Alana relieve herself in the morning to ensure she would not piss or defecate upon death.
The deputies left her up in the air for another half hour before calling the town doctor to take her body down. Her corpse would be donated to a medical school for an autopsy demonstration. It was rare for them to get their hands on an elf.
Name: Ella
Age: 21
Description: See picture.
Crime: Treason
Scenario: A young orc woman, she was found to be harboring enemies of the state in her home and was sentenced to death for it
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