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https://teenfic.net/beheading-beheading-37966906.html She marches up the steps, her fiery hair a train behind her, like leaves in the autumn. She holds her head high, but know it soon would be no more. Her cover had been blown, and now there was nothing to do, but to accept her fate. Because she knows that she let her family, her friends, everyone who knew her, and most, herself, down.
She takes one, two, three shuffling steps toward the stage. She is dressed in her finest clothes, a deep blue, velvet gown that hangs heavy and collects at her feet. She tries to keep in the tears that threaten to roll down her cheeks, destroying the mask of makeup, and revealing how ugly she is underneath. Ten years, she thinks, ten years have I been trying, trying, trying to be perfect, to be loved, to be valued. To change. She flashes back to the accident, ten years ago. She was told that she was worth nothing, now that her beautiful face was ruined. She was told that no one would care if she died, because people do not care for those who are not beautiful, who are not flawless. But she can't hold it in anymore.
As she kneels down, she lets her tears run free. Let them see me, ugly, one last time, she thinks. She sobs, gulping in air, her face contorted, like an upset toddler. She feels the makeup that she so carefully applied in the morning slip off her face, and forming a puddle. She cried until there were no more tears left in her, until she was dry, and she could cry no more.
She takes a deep breath, and places her neck on the block, and hears the man raise the axe. She would soon be living no more, and nothing but a mere memory in someone's mind. A projection.
And suddenly, swiftly, the weapon meets her neck. Her head falls into the basket, and within the last few seconds of consciousness, she hears the crowd roar in applause and yelling. Then everything fades to black. And all is lost.
She takes one, two, three shuffling steps toward the stage. She is dressed in her finest clothes, a deep blue, velvet gown that hangs heavy and collects at her feet. She tries to keep in the tears that threaten to roll down her cheeks, destroying the mask of makeup, and revealing how ugly she is underneath. Ten years, she thinks, ten years have I been trying, trying, trying to be perfect, to be loved, to be valued. To change. She flashes back to the accident, ten years ago. She was told that she was worth nothing, now that her beautiful face was ruined. She was told that no one would care if she died, because people do not care for those who are not beautiful, who are not flawless. But she can't hold it in anymore.
As she kneels down, she lets her tears run free. Let them see me, ugly, one last time, she thinks. She sobs, gulping in air, her face contorted, like an upset toddler. She feels the makeup that she so carefully applied in the morning slip off her face, and forming a puddle. She cried until there were no more tears left in her, until she was dry, and she could cry no more.
She takes a deep breath, and places her neck on the block, and hears the man raise the axe. She would soon be living no more, and nothing but a mere memory in someone's mind. A projection.
And suddenly, swiftly, the weapon meets her neck. Her head falls into the basket, and within the last few seconds of consciousness, she hears the crowd roar in applause and yelling. Then everything fades to black. And all is lost.
IMHO Almost the best stories about semi-consensual female executions are written in the same style and plot. "Eye for an Eye" http://web.archive.org/web/200812281...m/hang/Eye.htm . See also "The Privileges of Power" https://www.sexstories.com/story/90047/ . Can anyone point out the real author and other stories written in this style?
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