New World: Aaliyas execution

Aaliya was freezing a bit while she was standing in line.

She looked down on herself and saw she had goosebumps on her pale skin. Behind her were the other women that would await the same fortune as herself and the women that stood before her. Now there is noone standing before her anymore, only the back of the stage. Aaliya was wondering if all of them would actually experience the same fate. She couldn't see what was going on but she could hear how different the executions before her sounded. In some cases they seemed to be short and abrupt and in other cases the screams of the crowd seemed to sustain way longer, get louder and quieter in waves. Those mustve been the hangings she figured. But the short and loud ones? What were they? There were no gunshots.

Aaliya was weirdly calm thinking about this. To be fair, she had enough time in jail to await her fate and what was gonna happen to her and get used to the thought of it. She accepted death, however dying was something she was still deeply afraid of.

When the fascists took over, they immediately began cracking down on leftists, feminists and alike. Women who even looked remotely alternative got pulled from the street, some of them shot on the spot, some of them taken to prisons for "reeducation" which basically just meant aimless torture and rape, often until death and some of them like Aaliya, were treated weirdly normal, meaning she got taken into custody, even had a fake trial the outcome of which was predetermined of course and got an official sentence which would now be carried out. All because she looked like a leftist. To be fair, she was one. Im theory at least. She never went to many demonstrations or anything like that. She just supported them from the inside.But her few tattoos, her lip and nose piercings, the chin length dark brown hair and sense of dressing was enough for her to deserve her fate.

She looked at the women behind her. Many of them looked way more alternative than her. Coloured hair, weirder haircuts, piercings and other stuff. And many of them looked visibly tortured. Some were way more afraid than her and flinched with every sound coming from the stage. And some seemed to be completely zoned out.

Suddenly a guard came from the stage and took her by the arms, which were tied behind her back, up on the stage. Out there everything looked different than she imagined. It was like standing on stage of a rock festival. Men of every age were to be found in the crowd, which was even bigger than it sounded. And there were cameras. Multiple cameras, filming her from the second she came on stage. And two displays on the side of the stages mirroring her image. On the stage there were different pools of blood but all in all it looked cleaner than she expected after what seemed to be hours of waiting.

There she was standing. Her naked body was cast onto the screens by the camera men. She was skinny but not toned, had really pale skin, a small ass but large breasts for her frame which were already pretty saggy for her age of 23. A close up of her face revealed one of her best features, her big blue-green eyes. Her closed mouth hid her big frontal teeth and her nose is one those smaller ones who go upwards at the tip. She used to get called pig nose for that in school at times. She had quite a long neck and last but not least she was quite tall. With 1,80 m. She was a few cm taller than her executioner, which he quickly solved by pushing her down on her knees.

She was zoned out kneeling there naked with her hands behind her bag, revealing her saggy pale tits with the weird looking nipples hanging down, while her executioner stood behind her and read aloud some sentencing she couldn't pay attention to. She was scanning the crowd and saw men she knew from one way or another. The executioner grabbed her hair and pulled her head a bit upwards by it while she recognized her former teacher, her used to be neighbor and many other men she couldn't quite remember where she knew them from while the panic started ramping up inside her. Thats when she remembered what she thought about in the cell. She wanted to go out with dignity, no signs of panic, no struggling. And she also remembered that now is the moment she is going to die. And she was coming back to her earlier question of how this might happen.

Right in this moment the executioner pulls her hair and head upwards a bit again with one hand, exposing her long neck. And with the other he lays a knife on her throat. Aaliya doesn't have time to realize that when he already starts cutting. Unwillingly she let out a short high pitched scream while she feels the knife sawing through her throat. She tries her best to stay calm but that doesn't work longer than a few short seconds. Than again she lets out a scream. She struggles against the handcuffs behind her back and tries to move her neck and herself away from the knife which has no effect other than making her saggy tits swing and jiggle with every movement. Her next scream is already mixed heavily with gurgling sounds. She moves her legs frantically and pulls them out from under her to kick them around. Her toes curl as her executioner just cuts deeper and deeper with his dull knife, robbing her of her ability to breathe. The cameras project a close up of her face, her open mouth and wide open eyes on the big screens. The executioner stops cutting for a second just to look at his creation. He grabs her tit, squuezes it and wiggles it around to make fun of her. This is the last thing Aaliya feels as her vision turns black. The man pulls her head a bit, which is now only hanging on a string it seems but underestimates it and pulls her whole body still attached to it for a meter or two until he finally makes the last cuts, completely separating her head from her body.

A roar goes through the crowd as he holds up her head into the cameras. Her facial expressions is humiliatingly bad looking. Her eyes are half lidded, her face muscles are slack and her mouth hanging open with a part of her tongue sticking out and her big front teeth showing. Her body is kept lying for a few minutes until it is thrown to the dogs in front of the stage who gladly tear apart the now lifeless bag of meat, the saggy tits, the thighs, stomach, her toned back, her fragile shoulders and her ass. Her head would be set aside for now. Later it would be impaled on a spit in the town centre alongside some of her comrades. But not before there surfaced a video of a fascist fucking her lifeless head in the mouth.