{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\uc1{\fonttbl{\f0\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}}{\colortbl ;}{\stylesheet{\s0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\f0\fs20\kerning28 Normal ;}}\paperw12240\paperh15840\margt1440\margl1800\margr1800\margb1440\headery720\footery864 \deftab720\pgnstart1\viewkind1\viewscale100\fet0{\*\docvar{ColorSet}{-1}}{\*\docvar {ColorPos}{-1}}{\*\docvar{StyleSet}{-1}}{\*\docvar{StylePos}{-1}}\pard\plain\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs32\kerning28 {\header\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\tqc\tx4320\tqr\tx8640\fs20\par }{\footer\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\tqc\tx4320\tqr\tx8640\fs20\par } MORE EXITS\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs32\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs18\kerning28 Snuff, executions , and the like\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 She stands crying as her child is hanged in front of her. At thirteen her daughter has been gang raped and is now twitching her life away as the killer noose completes its grisly work. It had been awful to watch but she couldn\u8217\'92t bring herself to look away as her baby had been It had been awful to watch but she couldn\u8217 \'92t bring herself to look away as her baby had been violated and then lifted up by her neck to kick and twist her life away. The small naked body was even now dying as she watched. A few more seconds and it would be all over for her. Then it would by the mothers turn to strangle next to the corpse of her child.\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The tank was waiting. She was forced to lay down face up and the straps anchored to the bottom were secured across her upper arms and breasts and across her thighs just above the knees. The valve was opened and the cold water started to trickle in. In five minutes the water was several inches deep. In ten it was starting to cover her belly. In fifteen all that was still out were her hard nipples, her toes, and her face. Some evil soul gave the valve a twist and the flow slowed. Another ten minutes and she had to lift her head to breathe. Just when she figured that in almost no time the water would be too deep for her to get her mouth or nose out the flow was stopped. As long as she could lift her head as high as her bonds would let her she could breathe. She would live a little longer. But at a cost and that cost became clear to her soon enough. Pain from her straining to lift her head. She started letting it slip beneath the water except when she had to inhale but soon even that was very hard to do. She was losing and she knew it. She tried to end it but was not able to take that last watery breath willingly. She had to fight until the end. Two hours after the water was shut off she finally failed to clear the water while inhaling and took some in. The coughing fit that followed allowed more water into her lungs. The end was very near and panic set in. gone were her careful plans and thought out moves, replaced by a panicked response that did little good and exhausted her slender reserves. When one last effort failed she gave up and allowed her head to fall back. A series of silver bubbles broke the surface and her last breath was one of cold water. She had lost finally and now was dying . Some minor struggles ruffled the surface, then the water stilled and all was quiet .\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Her tall slender body was bare except for the straps around her arms and legs. She was standing at the edge of oblivion with the noose already around her neck. The panic and fear were gone. Now all there that was left was acceptance and a mild wish that it would be over soon. Someone was talking but she cared nothing for what was being said . Surely it was about her and her death but it was of no importance now. All she wanted was for the trap to open and the fall to break her neck. Her only worry now was if the hangman had done his job correctly. Suddenly she was standing on air and then she was falling with a rush of air past her bare cunt. Her hair floated past her face. A hard sudden blow to the side of her face and the sound of a dry branch breaking. She stopped with a jolt. There were no feelings from her body and for some reason her lungs refused to work when she tried to breath. She could feel a pounding pulse in her neck but that was about all except for the movement of air past her face as she swung back and forth. Then darkness closed in. She did not see or feel anything as her body quit trying to hold anything in and voided itself. By then she was already somewhere else.\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 I look down at her. She is trying so hard to be brave. To be what she thinks the gods want. She is held across the alter by my fellow priests and she is naked. She was born for this and has spent her entire life preparing for this moment. She is only three hands of summers old and her life is already over. She remembers to pull her belly in and hold her breath as I strike. The knife slips through her tender skin and flesh. The tip enters her beating heart and slices smoothly through it . I move the blade up and down and side to side to slice her heart to pieces. She gives a small moan as she dies. The freed blood flows from her body and that last air from her lungs is released. It is over. A sunbeam breaks through the clouds and lights her small body. The gods are pleased.\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 \par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 How she would die was simple. She would be tied to a post and a bow string would be placed around her neck and the post. It would then be hooked to the ends of a bow and the bow spun around behind the post until the string tightened around her neck and strangled her to death. She was already tied and the bow cord in place. All that was left was to feel the cord tighten. She did not have long to wait. She fought her death as much as she could but the bonds were tight, the post was solid, and the cord unforgiving. She still tried but in the end her naked body\u8217\'92s struggles slowed and stopped with just a few tremors in her small breasts to show that life was still present in her still body. Then even they ceased. \par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28\par} \pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 The evidence against her is overwhelming and even if it wasn\u8217\'92t just the fact that she had been caught with contraband was enough to bring her to her death. However she was the wife of an old friend that had died saving me and others so perhaps I should do something. She accepts my offer to spare her the shame of a trial and a public execution. She will suicide instead. I incest however that she hang herself and that she do so naked just as would happen if the matter would be concluded in court . She would be able to do it privately instead of in front of a crowd however. Just me to watch and make sure she goes through with it. She is a fat woman with huge tits. Once she had been pretty but not now. She strips and steps up on the edge of the porch. I have allowed her to choose the place and to do everything herself . She has made mistakes that will cost her dearly. The rope is too short and is tied too far out in front of her. She also misplaces the knot. Since I am only interested in protecting a hero\u8217\'92s name I do not offer any corrections. She does not ask me to bind her hands before she steps off into the air. As I expected her neck does not break nor does the rope tighten enough to shut either her air supply or the blood to her brain immediately. It will eventually kill her but in the meantime she is in for a rough time. Her huge tits flop and bounce as she struggles. The rope creaks under the load but holds. She whistles as she tries to breathe. It goes on for ten, then fifteen minutes. Still she struggles and still those massive tits flop and bounce with her kicks. She tries in vain to pull herself up on the rope but she is way too fat. Twenty minutes and finally the rope tightens enough to shut off her air. It will end quickly now. She strangles. Her face is dark blue . She has bitten her tongue almost off and the blood helps seal her throat with some dripping down to coat her tits and belly. Her hands are now just hanging by her sides and her swinging is slowing to a halt. Another five minutes and it is over. The fat tits seem somehow deflated as she twists slowly in the wind. I will report her death tomorrow. Until then she will stay twisting slowly in the gentle breeze. Our deal is done.}}