It was about in the evening against 18: 00 when I was left by the door of the women's prison. The concierge knew me already and left without saying a word, the security pass me. A nurse led me, as often before, through a long corridor to a lift that took us down in the second basement.

The latter was however new - so far it went down only a floor. But last night, my girlfriend Carolin had been moved to another cell. The last night that she had spent there would remain the only one there. For the last three months since your conviction she had spent in the first basement - of the prison death row. Yesterday she had now reached its last stop with the second basement before her death.

Today was the day of her execution. In three hours, Carolin had to die on the gallows.

The nurse unlocked the cell and I was allowed to enter. Carolin sat on a simple Chair that was mounted on the wall. She was pale and had sweated recently apparently. Her black hair stuck to her head - moist and greasy but to my repeated amazement Carolin was of those women who even looked for one. She had a few pounds too many, but still a nice figure.

She jumped up and struck me around the neck. I realized as her body trembled and sit together with you again on the couch.

We silently sat there a few minutes until Carolin softly whispered in my ear: "You still think that I deserve it?".

"I'm going to miss you - Yes, you did."

"Will you visit me in my grave?"

"Every day."

She laid her head back on my shoulder and I held her by cold sweat wet hands.

Carolin had been sentenced to death three months ago. She had burdened themselves with their testimony even without which possibly would have come not. But she even got the idea to give a confession because she thought she maybe deserved the death penalty. I supported this, encouraging her to her confession. And in the weeks and months after the judgment we have prepared together for that one day. We fixed their past Affairs, sought out her coffin and their tombstone. She chose her clothes for the funeral and who all should be invited.

Finally, we met a particularly difficult decision. Because the death was not final. The lethal injection was applied generally, but if the condemned wanted to gallows, that was possible too. After a long time Carolin decided then to be hanged. But we asked not only that – Caroline asked to keep the drop as short as possible. She felt that she deserved no easy death and asked to have to struggle so as long as possible.

And now the day had come. She was moved to already for the execution, barefoot and otherwise dressed with a black leggings and a simple black T-Shirt. After we were side by side sat for a some time, I leaned down and pulled her bare feet on my lap. I began to massage her and stroking her soft bare soles. After a while, Carolin visibly relaxed, leaned back and began to glide with the hand in her pants.

After we were half an hour side by side, a key in the door lock was turned suddenly and slowly opened the door. Two guards and the executioner came in. We knew that it was now ready.

Carolin stood up slowly, laid her hands on the back and left without resistance to tie the rope. The two guards took Carolin between themselves and led her out of the cell. They were followed by the executioner. I followed after them.

We walked along the hallway without saying a word, her naked feet on the tiles were the only sound. We finally arrived at an unassuming door, unmarked. The executioner unlocked it, and inside the light burned already. To my surprise, there was no cold lighting, but rather pleasant and slightly dimmed. The room was about the size of an average school classroom and several chairs were placed on a side wall. However, no other spectators were present and there would be no more.

In the middle of the room stood a platform made of metal that apparently up and down to adjust the height of the fall could be shut. Currently she drove quite down and stood in the middle of the platform a stool made of light-coloured wood. A metal rod was installed on the ceiling, which now hung the rope with a loop over the stool.

After short hesitation and a last long eye contact to me, let Carolin can readily lead to the platform and climbed up the three stages. I took one of the chairs on the wall and positioned him on the wall directly in front of the platform.

Carolin was increased with a deep breath on the stool, the executioner put the noose around her neck. He brought the node in position that he promised a possible slow strangulation.

The executioner left the platform and joined the small check box. He adapted a few centimeters to the height so that the rope was almost totally looking forward.

"Carolin S., you are sentenced to death by hanging. Do you have any last words?"

Only a faint "I'm sorry." she brought out and then closed her eyes to just remains to be seen.

Then, the finger of the condemned touched the shutter release of the platform. The trap door folded down and the small stool fell through on the ground. Only a few centimetres Carolin after fell down before the noose laced up her neck. With big eyes she hung herself slowly turning back and forth around its axis moments quietly there. Then two violent spasms went through her legs and in the next second, she began as desperate struggle. She dangled like a pendulum back and forth, stretching the legs in all directions. Her face had gone to deep red and tears running down her face. Her tongue slowly emerged, and saliva began on her chin down to run. After some minutes of wild struggles, hung back a moment quietly. Bottom showing and legs stretched out, as if she would try to reach the over one meter under their the floor cramp their bare toes in direction. Her face was now blue colored and her eyes still half open. Their hands tied on the back were balled into fists, tense and completely white. Her feet felt itself jerkily back and forth. About a minute later, however, she suddenly relaxed.

Her legs hung quite naturally there and her bare feet were relaxed downward. Her hands opened and her head fell limp forward. She had finally lost consciousness and was now lifeless on her knitting.

The guards had left the room and the condemned watched the scenery without saying a word. Now where the actually "dance" was over, has been waiting in the silence that is not just more pleasant. The waiting that Carolin there soon would die on the gallows. No one knew exactly how long it took. Occasionally still knee-jerk spasms went through her body, but otherwise she dangled still back and forth. Finally, it was soweit...fast but imperceptibly formed a small wet spot between her legs. The executioner now ascended the platform and put his stethoscope. A few seconds later I knew Carolin had succeeded. She was dead.

The executioner got back down and with a knowing look, he left me alone in the room and closed the door behind him.

 

Liked it very much - would have preferred the victim dressed in a skirt though

 

Skirt and boots :-) ... but still a nice story

 

A great story, very well done.

 

Really impressed by this genuinely repentant girl who died with manner. What a character.
Karl, keep up with your good work!

 

What did she do to earn her hanging?

 

Very private experience;)

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