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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs18\kerning28 Voluntary
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28    Loud noises
 in the night meant her nightmares had come true. Doors and windows shattering as
 the security troops entered the house that once had been the safest place in her
 life. The life that was now over. The presence of these troops was a for sure sign
 that her rebel husband had been caught or killed. Rough hands had grabbed her before
 she could do more that sit up in her bed. A cut off scream from the room down the
 hall told of her daughter\u8217\'92s capture. Then darkness.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     She awoke
 to bright lights. Lights and bonds securing her to a rather uncomfortable wooden
 chair. She was stripped and tied but otherwise unhurt. She prayed that the same
 was true of her daughter. Some time later a tall man entered. He was dressed in
 a wrinkled uniform of state security as if he too had had a long night. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     \u8220
\'93So we meet at last Mrs. Allbright. It has really been too long in coming you
 know. I\u8217\'92m sorry we have to do it this way but the fates have cast us as
 foes so we must each fulfill our allotted roles. And yes I\u8217\'92m sorry to 
say your husband is dead. He fell covering the escape of his fellows, a brave man
 and one I wish I could have called friend. Believe me I do deeply regret his death
 and the necessity of what has happened and what will happen. But my wishes mean
 little in the face of duty. So before we have to proceed to ugly things please 
accept my heartfelt sorrow for your loss and for the things that duty demands of
 me.\u8221\'94\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     A door
 off to one side opened and her daughter was led in. She was also naked and in irons
 but was otherwise unharmed. The two were allowed a short time to converse before
 the girl was removed. \u8220\'93Now comes the hard part Mrs. Allbright. As I\u8217
\'92m sure you realize you both are under a death sentence because of your husband
\u8217\'92s activities. You also must know that I have a broad latitude in carrying
 out such punishment. Now the typical drill would be for both of you to be gang 
raped and tortured before some kind of long ugly death. A terrible thing to do to
 one so beautiful as yourself and even worse to do to someone like your young pretty
 daughter. She is virgin I assume?  However you do have a choice. I know you have
 information we need. That leaves me with a choice of actions. Do I force the knowledge
 from you be torturing you or your lovely girl? It works sometimes but you could
 lie and there would be no way for me to know it until it was too late to remedy
 the situation. Therefore I have a better idea. You will willingly tell me everything
 you know. Truthfully and completely. In return I will offer you and your daughter
 time together, there will be no rape, no torture. You will still die but at least
 you will be spared the worse of it all. This way I can wait to see if you spoke
 the truth and can reward you properly. I know you do not trust me but consider 
this. You two can stay together until the end. You can watch as your little girl
 dies to be certain she does not suffer and you can even take your own life if you
 wish, hell I\u8217\'92ll even let you end hers. Think about it. We\u8217\'92ll 
talk soon. Oh yes I meant to ask, just how old is she, thirteen or fourteen? Too
 bad she\u8217\'92ll never grow up into the stunning woman she should have been.
\u8221\'94\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     He at
 least let the two spent the night in the same cell. Together they cried for both
 the loss of their husband and father and for what was to come. By morning she had
 come to a decision, she would take the easy way and talk. She owed the rebels nothing
 and would gladly sell them to save her daughter pain. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     It was
 strange to sit there and discuss death so calmly. There was some give and take 
on both sides but in the end they settled. \u8220\'93To recap then my dear, you 
will tell us everything you know or suspect freely, holding nothing back. In return
 I will allow you to live with your daughter in as close to a normal fashion as 
is possible. Neither of you will be harmed nor tormented. You will live until we
 have verified that which you have told us to be true. When it is time for you to
 die you will be the one to end your daughter\u8217\'92s life and you will be allowed
 to end your own in the fashion we discussed. I realize you might have wished that
 a different method were allowed but as I explained I must make your death a bit
 of a spectacle. I have offered all I can. If you accept we will start in the morning
.\u8221\'94 \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     As promised
 she told all she knew and since her husband had been a high leader in the rebel
 ranks she knew a lot. Throughout the long days she talked and in the night she 
held her girl close and talked some more. By the time the end came they were as 
ready as it was possible to be. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     \u8220
\'93As you might have guessed the end is here now. Today is the day you both die
. Are you ready? Is your daughter ready? Know this, if you fail she will be hanged
 by the neck with no drop. I\u8217\'92ve gone to a lot of trouble to set this all
 up so now you have a bit more reason to do your job. Are you sure you know just
 what you must do? Good, lets be about it then. And one last thing, as you carry
 out the things you must do today please know you have my utmost respect and my 
deepest regret that we were forced into this. I truly wish there were another way
. After you.\u8221\'94\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     A short
 walk took them to a large room with a high ceiling. Inside were things she did 
not want to look at or think about. They had been there for only a minute or so 
when he was handed an envelope. After opening it and scanning the contents he swore
 under his breath and turned to her. \u8220\'93I\u8217\'92m sorry this is not the
 good news I\u8217\'92ve been hoping for. I\u8217\'92ve not said anything to you
 because I didn\u8217\'92t want to give you false hopes. I have been trying to save
 your lives, after all the things you gave us allowed us to break the rebels. I 
always hated this job, now I can go back to being just a cop instead of a torturous
 goon and I have you to thank for that. I had hoped the powers that be might agree
 that you deserved a reward but they shot me down. Look I know your husband was 
a good man who was acting out of loyalty to bad people. I like and respect you. 
I cannot save either of you two but I can perhaps offer the cold comfort of making
 your family heroes of a sort. I\u8217\'92m going to offer you up as a family caught
 in the middle with small choice in your actions. At the end your husband gave us
 some information before he was killed, you gave us more. Then in shame over your
 actions you choose to publicly end your life as payment for your acts. You also
 choose to kill your child to protect her from those who would harm her for your
 actions. Years from now you will be remembered as a family that choose to do the
 honorable thing no matter what the cost. Trust me on this. I put my career on the
 line for it and everything is set. Who knows? Maybe someday there might be a holiday
 named for you. I\u8217\'92m sorry I couldn\u8217\'92t do more but I did try.\u8221
\'94     \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     Just 
about then her daughter was led in. they were allowed a time together before it 
was time to begin. The girl was taken to a post, stripped and tied to it. The bindings
 on her elbows made her small pert breasts stand out. Through tear filled eyes she
 watched as her mother also stripped and walked to her. She saw the knife in the
 same hand that had so often bathed her, brushed her hair, and done all the motherly
 things that a child takes for granted. It was real, her mother was going to kill
 her. She knew all the reasons, how it would save her from a much worse fate, save
 her pain, agony, and suffering. But the bitter truth was still there, her mom was
 going to stick a knife in her heart and kill her.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     Mrs. 
Allbright felt the knife in her hand as she too tried to see through tears. Trying
 to remember the instructions she had been given she brought it up until the needle
 sharp point was touching the soft skin under the breastbone of the girl. With a
 few last words of love forced past the sobs she drove it up and into the tender
 flesh. It went in so easily. Once it was in to the hilt she worked her wrist to
 make the blade slash around inside. With a few easy movements the young heart was
 sliced into pieces. As promised the knife was so sharp there was almost no response
 from the girl. A quick gasp, a shudder, and then the sound of her last breath leaving
 her body as she went limp. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     The horror
 of her actions hit her full force as her daughter died in front of her. The next
 thing she knew she was on the floor screaming. Finally she regained control and
 managed to stand and look at what she had done. Brushing off the hands that offered
 help and support somehow she was able to remove the knife and clean the small body
. She did accept help in releasing it from its bondage and in placing it in the 
coffin. The roses covered the death wound. Finally everything that could be done
 was done. It was time for the final act.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     Over 
in the corner was the place where she too would die. It was just as he promised. 
A tall thick spear stuck up between two platforms. A short flight of steps let up
 to the tops. With slow steps she climbed them. Once there she bent over to inspect
 the thing that would repay her. As expected it was topped by a four sided point
 that had quite sharp edges. From the point it tapered until it was about three 
inches in diameter. Covered with grease of some kind it looked more than capable
 of doing the job. Slowly and without a word she spread her legs over it. With one
 foot on each platform ever so slowly she squatted until it entered her cunt. Moving
 carefully and using her fingers she was able to get it stuck in a deeply as any
 man had ever penetrated without cutting her insides. Then there was nothing left
 but the last act. A last look around, seeing the cameras, the people, the post 
where she had murdered her child. Seeing everything but noting only the coffin that
 held the body. Almost blind with tears her hands fumbled for the bar over her head
. Finally a firm grip, a short delay for a silent prayer, then a jerk downward to
 release the latches. The platforms collapsed under her. She gave a grunt of pain
 and surprise as the shaft forced its way into her body. Almost a foot of it entered
 her with the first rush. Then it slowed to almost a stop. Once more she remembered
 her instructions. When you stop start kicking, it will speed things up and shorten
 things. She did and it did work. With each kick she slipped down a bit more. To
 those watching it looked like she was either trying to jump off it or she was fucking
 it. It was not without cost however. Each kick did bring her closer to death as
 she wished but at the price of fresh pain as the sharp edged cut her and the size
 spread her. Even as she moaned in pain part of herself welcomed the pain as payback
, she deserved all of it and more. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     The shaft
 was now deeply inside her body. So deep if she were to be lifted off it she would
 die anyway. It was agony but still she kicked even though she was weakening. No
 longer aware of anything but the lance of flame impaling her. She felt it rip through
 her diaphragm, felt it push heart and lungs aside. However at the last second possible
 she got a break. Her frantic though weak movements brushed the side of her heart
 against one of the sharp edges and cut it almost through. Just as she could feel
 the end starting to enter her throat the cut muscle ripped. Between one beat and
 the next her heart ripped open. The pain washed away in the flood of blood. There
 was bright light and then darkness and peace.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     There
 its over he thought as he watched the body go limp. The red liquid streaming down
 her legs and the pole told the story of a penetrated heart. Once more a body was
 released from the place of death, washed, placed in a coffin with roses and the
 cover closed. The three would spend forever next to each other.  A repel family
 that somehow ended up as heroes to the very people they had rebelled against.  
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