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Her training wouldn’t allow her to panic at the sight of the officers. Besides, they were probably here to eat. They just hadn’t been seated yet, that was all. She nodded at them courteously as she passed. \n\nOne of them grabbed her by the arm. He was a hyena, with eyes capable of penetrating to one’s soul. “Are you Nadia?” He asked coldly.\n\n“Uh…” her mind whirled for a moment, but eventually settled on telling the truth, at least for now. “Yes.” She adopted a casually curious tone. “How can I help you?”\n\n“Place your hands behind your back,” he said, jerking her arm behind her, and reaching for her other wrist. \n\n“What’s going on?” Nadia kept her voice deliberately free of panic. “I haven’t done anything wrong.” Handcuffs clicked into place on one wrist, then the other. \n\n“You’re under arrest on suspicion of espionage,” another officer, a young lion, said matter-of-factly. He proceeded to read off her rights to her.\n\nNow it was time to panic. “You’ve got the wrong person!” Nadia insisted. “I’m just a waitress!” \n\nIt was no use; she was led from the diner with two officers holding on to either arm, and the other jogging ahead to the Emergency vehicle she hadn’t noticed when she arrived. Cursing her lack of attention, she knew that had she seen the deliberately hidden-away car, she might’ve suspected a trap. It was far too late now. She had to just stick to her story and hope it all worked out.\n\nWhen they reached the vehicle, Nadia was shoved unceremoniously into the back seat, and the three officers took their places up front. They turned the lights and sirens on, which she felt was a bit unnecessary. \n\nThe drive to the E.S. headquarters was excruciating. All Nadia could do was take deep breaths and keep herself calm. They had no proof. Both she and her sister had been careful to a T. Her cover was flawless. All she had to do was get a lawyer and shut up.\n\nThey pulled into an underground garage, where the officers climbed out and then retrieved her, roughly pulling her sideways out of the vehicle and onto her feet. The cuffs were tight, and they were pulling painfully on her fur. She voiced this to the nearest officer, who smirked and said nothing.\n\nThen they were in the headquarters itself: a large, five-story office building with a maze of rooms and cubicles scattered everywhere. She was led to what was labeled an “Interview Room”, which consisted of a laminated wooden table and a few plastic chairs. The two officers still flanking her forced her into a seat, and then told her to wait. Someone would be by to speak with her, they said.\n\nSo Nadia waited, maneuvering her arms behind her back in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. There was no luck there, so she looked around the room. There was a mirror taking up an entire wall that was surely a two-way. There was a clock up on the far wall, protected by a metal cage. Other than that, the dull beige room was empty. Harsh florescent light shone down upon everything in the cramped space.\n\nA few minutes later, the steel door opened, and a grey wolf in an untucked button up shirt entered. He had a thick folder with him, and he set it on the table as he sat down not across, but on the side adjacent her. \n\n“Good morning,” he said in a friendly way. “My name is Dan. I’m an agent with External Security. I’ve been asked to oversee your case, and I’ll be chatting with you this morning.” His demeanor was so casual that it was off-putting.\n\n“I haven’t done anything,” Nadia said. “Am I being charged?”\n\n“We’ll talk about that,” Dan said, unfazed by her question. “First we need to chat about a couple things.” He looked her straight in the eye, and his gaze was disarming. “Obviously, you know why you’re here. You’re suspected of espionage, and hopefully in the course of our interview, we’ll be able to clear your name.”\n\n“I want to speak with a lawyer,” she responded, not falling for his tactic.\n\nHe just flashed a gentle smile and looked down, opening the folder to reveal a large stack of documents. “I trust you know that espionage is kind of a special crime. It doesn’t require us to allow you to speak to a lawyer unless you go to trial.”\n\nNadia’s heart sank. He was right, but she had hoped they wouldn’t be quite on top of the details of regulation. “I didn’t do anything,” she repeated with a hint of defiance.\n\n“I’m sure. But we still need to talk about your activity in the last few months. You’re here on a work visa, right?”\n\n“Yea.”\n\n“As is your sister, Leyla?”\n\nHer stomach tightened unpleasantly again. Did they suspect Leyla as well? [i]Keep your expression neutral,[/i] she berated herself. [i]He’s looking for a tell.[/i] She consciously made sure her ears remained passively forward.\n\n“Yup.”\n\nDan nodded. “As you might know, there’s been some information about our municipal government that has made its way back to your homeland. We need to establish a timeline of what you’ve been up to for the last five months, and go from there.”\n\nNadia sensed an opportunity to go on the offensive. She snorted in mock disgust. “I see,” she said. “Somebody spies on you guys, and suddenly every random leopard is a suspect. Real nice. That’s the kind of prejudice I thought I left behind when we fled Alour.” \n\nDan just smiled at her again, totally unabashed by her sudden outburst. “We don’t just pick people up because of their species. We’ve got some specific questions about you, and acting offended isn’t going to change that.”\n\nNadia said nothing. He was good, there was no doubt about that. She had to tread very carefully.\n\nFrom there, Dan jumped into a series of open-ended questions about her whereabouts in excruciating detail. Their conversation went on for an hour, then two, then three. Occasionally, someone would stop by and bring her interrogator coffee or a snack, all of which were conspicuously withheld from her.\n\nShe stuck to her guns through the whole process. She knew what to say, and knew also that they didn’t have much actual evidence if they were digging this deep into her seemingly innocent schedule. Nadia was gaining confidence as the proceedings went on, as it became clear they had next to nothing to actually pin her down with.\n\nAt the fourth hour, Dan stretched. “I’m going to the restroom. When I get back, we’ll continue.”\n[i]Yeah, right,[/i] she thought. [i]You’ll be back after you ask your colleagues what the hell to do next. You got nothing.[/i] She waited until he left before shifting in her seat. The pain of the cuffs and the cheap plastic chair was getting to her, but she was determined not to let him see that. She had to keep him believing that his attacking strategy wasn’t working.\n\nA few minutes later, Dan came back, looking as casual as ever. “That’s better,” he said as he sat down again.\n\n“Now, tell me about Brian Felk.”\n\nThat caught Nadia off-guard. Brian had been a contact of hers when she was first infiltrating her target. He was an Energy supervisor. She had paid him off for access keys to certain areas of the municipal power plant. \n\nShe shrugged, and recited the cover. “He’s an old acquaintance of mine.”\n\n“And your mole in the government.”\n\nShe froze. What was he playing at? \n\n“No. I’m not a spy. I don’t have ‘moles’.”\n\n“Really?” her wolf interrogator asked with the air of a spider about to pounce. “That’s not what he told us.”\n\nNadia’s insides turned to ice. She was sure her heart was beating so hard it could be heard across the small room.\n\n“Sounds like he was messing with you, then.”\n\n“Well,” Dan said. “If he was, that was a very poor decision on his part. He openly admitted under interrogation to providing you with access keys to the datacenter servers at the power plant. For the sum of…” He shuffled through his papers. “About $50,000, so he says. And so his bank account verifies.\n\n“Anyway,” he continued. “If he was lying, it just earned him a life sentence without parole for no reason.”\n\nHe didn’t wait for a response. “Also, I may not have mentioned this, but we executed a search warrant on your home this morning. We found your cell, and your burner, and linked the burner to being at the location where the exchange took place. Also in the power plant, where you were most certainly not supposed to be.”\n\nAll feeling had left Nadia as he spoke. All that remained was a hollow dread, and a sense of anxious disbelief. [i]I’m fucked[/i] was all she could think. She had nothing to say.\n\n“What’s wrong?” Dan asked. “Don’t you have an excuse for that, too? Or has it dawned on you just how well we’ve got you by the short hairs?”\n\nNadia licked her suddenly dry lips. “Sounds like you don’t need to hear any more from me.”\n\n“Not so,” Dan corrected. “We do still need something from you. As you can see, we know you came here under false pretenses. We have you committing bribery of a public official. We have you trespassing on government property and illegally accessing a secure government computer system. We even know some of the data you accessed. Now we want you to confess.”\n\n“Ha,” she laughed hollowly. “Fuck you. Take me to trial.”\n\n“Well, we were hoping it wouldn’t come to that,” he said. “And we’re prepared to offer you a deal in exchange for your written confession.”\n\nA light suddenly appeared at the end of Nadia’s tunnel. Knowing full well her ears perked up at his last statement, she met his eyes for the first time in a while. He flashed that little knowing smile again.\n\n“Don’t get too excited. We’re not taking the death penalty off the table. That’s still the only punishment that fits what you did.”\n\n“Fuck you, then,” Nadia said again. \n\nHe raised a hand. “Now, hear me out before you say no. The deal will concern your sister.”\n\n[i]Oh, no. Please, don’t say they caught her, too.[/i] Her thoughts were in a chaotic swirl of desperate hope and inescapable horror.\n\n“By all accounts, Leyla has been quite naughty as well. Only, her crimes haven’t been quite so severe. Normally, she’d be executed right alongside you. In this case, we’re willing to deport her back to Alour in exchange for your confession.”\n\nSilence fell, and all Nadia could hear was an intense ringing in her ears. Her mind was blank, all coherency gone. She was shivering, yet her whole body felt numb.\n\nDan got up, and walked around behind her. With a clicking sound, the pressure on her wrists fell away as the handcuffs were removed. He returned to his seat, and pushed a piece of paper toward her along with a pen.\n\n“Just sign it, and Leyla will live. She won’t even go to prison.”\n\nShe had no idea how long she sat there in the intense quiet. After an eternity, she reluctantly raised her shaking hand, picked up the pen, and messily wrote her signature on the pre-written confession.\n\n“That was the right decision,” said the suddenly gentle voice of the wolf. “We’ll make it quick for you. You’ll be taken care of just as soon as I file this with the court. Someone will be in shortly to talk to you about your final options.”\n\nWith that, he gathered his papers and left, leaving the shell-shocked leopard behind. Nadia had nothing to say, and nothing to think. She was going to die. Just the idea of it caused her to nearly lose control of her bladder in terror. \n\nThe door opened a few minutes later, and a fennec fox walked in holding a clipboard, with two officers behind her.\n\n“Hi,” she said kindly. “It looks like the court is going to give you a choice of execution method. Would you like to hear your options?”\n\nNadia said nothing, but just looked up at the newcomer. She must’ve looked like a doe-eyed mess.\n\nThe fennec gazed back at her with what looked like pity. “You can go to a firing squad, be hanged, or be beheaded.” She placed a paper with those options listed out in detailed procedure in front of Nadia. “I understand this is very stressful. Just circle the one you prefer.”\n\nThe trembling leopard looked down at the page. Each option was given a description of exactly how it would be carried out. [i]…placed in a gurney and lowered onto the platform of the guillotine, where the subject is then moved forward into execution position. A fitting is placed over the neck to ensure—[/i]\n\nShe clenched her eyes shut. She didn’t want to read this. Slowly opening her eyes again, she looked at the other options in vain hope.\n\n[i]…The subject is then dropped through a trapdoor, where he/she falls a total of exactly 7 feet. The neck is broken upon reaching the prescribed position under the platform, and death is rendered instantly upon the subject.[/i]\n\nNadia nearly threw up upon reading the description, but the word instant stuck out to her. If she was shot, or decapitated, she might be alive a while after… No, she wanted it over “instantly”. So with violently shaking hand, she circled: \n\n[i]2. Hanging[/i]\n\nThe fennec placed a hand on her shoulder and rubbed it as she picked up the paper with her other hand. The two officers walked behind Nadia, and lifted her to her feet. She felt them doing something with her arms, and realized after a second that her forearms were being tied together with rope, one on top of the other.\n\n“Now?” she whispered meekly, her voice gone.\n\nThe fennec woman nodded. “We don’t like keeping the subjects waiting. We find it’s cruel to leave them locked up, knowing what’s coming. This way, it’ll all be over in probably less than five minutes from now. Now go with these gentlemen; they’ll take you up where you need to go.”\n\nNadia was led from the room, and she was essentially being dragged. It wasn’t that she was actively resisting, but all fight and most of her ability to move independently had fled from her. She was taken down a series of hallways that led to a side door. There was a small window in it, and through it she saw an outdoor courtyard. Right in the middle was a wooden gallows, and a single noose draped over a beam.\n\nAt the sight, she let out a piteous whimper and tried to stop. The officers just held her more tightly and dragged her forward, through the single door and into the grassy enclosure. It had walls that were twenty feet high or so, lined with razor wire. There was a small crowd in the yard, most appearing to be government and E.S. officials. \n\nNadia was marched past the group, and she felt their leering eyes as she approached the staircase to the gallows.\n\n“Hold still,” one of her guards said, and without further warning, he reached around her front with a knife in his hand. With his other, he pulled her shirt taut and sliced through it with the knife. He cut it in half at the front and back, causing it to fall to the grass below.\n\n“What are you doing?!” Nadia found her voice. “Stop!” \n\n“It’s procedure,” her captor said. “Spies die in the nude. Should’ve thought of that before you went and fucked up like you did.”\n\nDesperately, she looked out at the crowd, but no one was coming to her defense. She felt her bra being unhooked, and the straps were cut. Away it fell as well, leaving her bare breasts shivering. The officer knelt behind her, and despite her pushing her legs together as hard as she could, he successfully pulled her pants and underwear down in one harsh motion. Then lifting one leg at a time, he pulled them off completely with her shoes. \n\nNadia bent over as best she could to hide her exposed body, but without more ado she was forced up the stairs and onto the platform. She took each step toward the noose above a clearly marked trapdoor, and tears welled in her eyes for fear and embarrassment. \n\nThen she was standing on the trapdoor, quivering harder still. One of her officers walked off as a canine of some kind approached from her other side, lifting the noose over its beam so that it fell loosely upon the wooden platform.\n\n“[i]Your sister’s dead[/i],” the remaining officer muttered at her. “[i]Mob got to her. Cut her head off right outside her apartment. Thought you’d want to know.[/i]” With that, he left as well, standing to the side with his partner a few feet away.\n\nNadia stared ahead, and tears flowed openly from her eyes. She was quiet, but bared her teeth as wracked breaths escaped her. No… That was all she could think. [i]No…[/i]\n\nThe noose was placed over her head, and the man holding it slid the loop of rope all the way down her face, past her chin and around her neck. As he tightened it, she looked at the thick coil in abject terror. \n\n“Don’t…” was all she forced out as he tightened the knot, squeezing her throat and laying the huge rope behind her left side. Then he stepped back, and there was total quiet in the large courtyard. Nadia stood there, taking in her last breaths with bated effort. After a second, she noticed the man was now standing by a large lever, and his hand rested on it. He looked her right in the eyes, and then he pulled it, hard.\n\nThe ground beneath her fell away in an instant, and she was in free fall. For one endless second, she felt like she was floating, and a rush of wind blew her fur upwards. She clenched her eyes shut.\n\nThen, in a fraction of a second, her head was jerked violently to the side with a tremendous and sickening [i]CRACK[/i].\n\n\n\nThe crowd watched in pleasure as the simpering spy fell through the trapdoor. She rebounded up slightly when she reached the end of her rope, and the snapping of her neck echoed through the courtyard, drawing light applause and jovial smiles from the attendees. She swung limply like a fish on a line. While her eyes had been shut when she fell, they were wide open now, staring unseeing out at the throng, as if expressing her utter shock that they would do this to her.\n\nSome of the onlookers were surprised that she was stripped naked before being killed, as that really wasn’t ever the protocol. Still, no complaints had risen from their ranks when it’d been done, and indeed, watching a smoking hot beauty of a woman on full display was a welcome change from the normal executions. Some of the crowd even wandered forward to the gallows to inspect her as she swayed gently back and forth. Normally, only the on-site doctor was allowed to approach the body to verify death, but the rules had apparently been bent for this whole procedure.\n\nAs five or so men stood around the deceased leopard, they were surprised by the soft [i]patter-patter[/i] of something falling to the grass below. One of them laughed as he pointed out the source: something was running down her legs and dripping on the ground. They could guess what that was, and one of them slapped her firmly on the butt, sending her swinging again.\n\n“There, there, girl!” he said in mirth. “No need to feel embarrassed!”\n\n“They didn’t even let her go to the bathroom first,” observed another man. “They really fucked her over, didn’t they? Did you hear they lied about the dead bitch’s sister to get her to agree to die in the first place?”\n\n“That’s enough,” came the voice of the E.S. superintendent behind them. “You all get back to you duties, and give the dead some rest.”\n\nThey dispersed at his command, and he observed her wide-eyed shock as her swaying grew weaker. She was facing him, and it appeared she had finished her postmortem peeing. Feeling a little ashamed of the occurrence in his pants as he stared at her perfect pussy, and then up at her plump breasts, he turned to leave, leaving her alone to be tended to by the doctor.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Nadia’s thoughts were far away as she approached the entrance of the diner. She had to be here for her shift today, but it was awful timing. There was a major project she had to work on, and her time was going to be very short after waitressing today. Then again, she knew she had to keep up appearances. Her alibi had to be rock-solid, and her behavior normal. That was the most important thing.

She sighed as she pushed open one of the double doors, only to have her heart skip a beat at what she saw within the restaurant. Her attention was instantly drawn front and center, directed at three armed Emergency Services officers who were standing just inside. They were so close she nearly ran into them as she entered.

Her stomach tightened in fear, but she kept a calm demeanor. Her training wouldn’t allow her to panic at the sight of the officers. Besides, they were probably here to eat. They just hadn’t been seated yet, that was all. She nodded at them courteously as she passed.

One of them grabbed her by the arm. He was a hyena, with eyes capable of penetrating to one’s soul. “Are you Nadia?” He asked coldly.

“Uh…” her mind whirled for a moment, but eventually settled on telling the truth, at least for now. “Yes.” She adopted a casually curious tone. “How can I help you?”

“Place your hands behind your back,” he said, jerking her arm behind her, and reaching for her other wrist.

“What’s going on?” Nadia kept her voice deliberately free of panic. “I haven’t done anything wrong.” Handcuffs clicked into place on one wrist, then the other.

“You’re under arrest on suspicion of espionage,” another officer, a young lion, said matter-of-factly. He proceeded to read off her rights to her.

Now it was time to panic. “You’ve got the wrong person!” Nadia insisted. “I’m just a waitress!”

It was no use; she was led from the diner with two officers holding on to either arm, and the other jogging ahead to the Emergency vehicle she hadn’t noticed when she arrived. Cursing her lack of attention, she knew that had she seen the deliberately hidden-away car, she might’ve suspected a trap. It was far too late now. She had to just stick to her story and hope it all worked out.

When they reached the vehicle, Nadia was shoved unceremoniously into the back seat, and the three officers took their places up front. They turned the lights and sirens on, which she felt was a bit unnecessary.

The drive to the E.S. headquarters was excruciating. All Nadia could do was take deep breaths and keep herself calm. They had no proof. Both she and her sister had been careful to a T. Her cover was flawless. All she had to do was get a lawyer and shut up.

They pulled into an underground garage, where the officers climbed out and then retrieved her, roughly pulling her sideways out of the vehicle and onto her feet. The cuffs were tight, and they were pulling painfully on her fur. She voiced this to the nearest officer, who smirked and said nothing.

Then they were in the headquarters itself: a large, five-story office building with a maze of rooms and cubicles scattered everywhere. She was led to what was labeled an “Interview Room”, which consisted of a laminated wooden table and a few plastic chairs. The two officers still flanking her forced her into a seat, and then told her to wait. Someone would be by to speak with her, they said.

So Nadia waited, maneuvering her arms behind her back in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. There was no luck there, so she looked around the room. There was a mirror taking up an entire wall that was surely a two-way. There was a clock up on the far wall, protected by a metal cage. Other than that, the dull beige room was empty. Harsh florescent light shone down upon everything in the cramped space.

A few minutes later, the steel door opened, and a grey wolf in an untucked button up shirt entered. He had a thick folder with him, and he set it on the table as he sat down not across, but on the side adjacent her.

“Good morning,” he said in a friendly way. “My name is Dan. I’m an agent with External Security. I’ve been asked to oversee your case, and I’ll be chatting with you this morning.” His demeanor was so casual that it was off-putting.

“I haven’t done anything,” Nadia said. “Am I being charged?”

“We’ll talk about that,” Dan said, unfazed by her question. “First we need to chat about a couple things.” He looked her straight in the eye, and his gaze was disarming. “Obviously, you know why you’re here. You’re suspected of espionage, and hopefully in the course of our interview, we’ll be able to clear your name.”

“I want to speak with a lawyer,” she responded, not falling for his tactic.

He just flashed a gentle smile and looked down, opening the folder to reveal a large stack of documents. “I trust you know that espionage is kind of a special crime. It doesn’t require us to allow you to speak to a lawyer unless you go to trial.”

Nadia’s heart sank. He was right, but she had hoped they wouldn’t be quite on top of the details of regulation. “I didn’t do anything,” she repeated with a hint of defiance.

“I’m sure. But we still need to talk about your activity in the last few months. You’re here on a work visa, right?”

“Yea.”

“As is your sister, Leyla?”

Her stomach tightened unpleasantly again. Did they suspect Leyla as well? Keep your expression neutral, she berated herself. He’s looking for a tell. She consciously made sure her ears remained passively forward.

“Yup.”

Dan nodded. “As you might know, there’s been some information about our municipal government that has made its way back to your homeland. We need to establish a timeline of what you’ve been up to for the last five months, and go from there.”

Nadia sensed an opportunity to go on the offensive. She snorted in mock disgust. “I see,” she said. “Somebody spies on you guys, and suddenly every random leopard is a suspect. Real nice. That’s the kind of prejudice I thought I left behind when we fled Alour.”

Dan just smiled at her again, totally unabashed by her sudden outburst. “We don’t just pick people up because of their species. We’ve got some specific questions about you, and acting offended isn’t going to change that.”

Nadia said nothing. He was good, there was no doubt about that. She had to tread very carefully.

From there, Dan jumped into a series of open-ended questions about her whereabouts in excruciating detail. Their conversation went on for an hour, then two, then three. Occasionally, someone would stop by and bring her interrogator coffee or a snack, all of which were conspicuously withheld from her.

She stuck to her guns through the whole process. She knew what to say, and knew also that they didn’t have much actual evidence if they were digging this deep into her seemingly innocent schedule. Nadia was gaining confidence as the proceedings went on, as it became clear they had next to nothing to actually pin her down with.

At the fourth hour, Dan stretched. “I’m going to the restroom. When I get back, we’ll continue.”
Yeah, right, she thought. You’ll be back after you ask your colleagues what the hell to do next. You got nothing. She waited until he left before shifting in her seat. The pain of the cuffs and the cheap plastic chair was getting to her, but she was determined not to let him see that. She had to keep him believing that his attacking strategy wasn’t working.

A few minutes later, Dan came back, looking as casual as ever. “That’s better,” he said as he sat down again.

“Now, tell me about Brian Felk.”

That caught Nadia off-guard. Brian had been a contact of hers when she was first infiltrating her target. He was an Energy supervisor. She had paid him off for access keys to certain areas of the municipal power plant.

She shrugged, and recited the cover. “He’s an old acquaintance of mine.”

“And your mole in the government.”

She froze. What was he playing at?

“No. I’m not a spy. I don’t have ‘moles’.”

“Really?” her wolf interrogator asked with the air of a spider about to pounce. “That’s not what he told us.”

Nadia’s insides turned to ice. She was sure her heart was beating so hard it could be heard across the small room.

“Sounds like he was messing with you, then.”

“Well,” Dan said. “If he was, that was a very poor decision on his part. He openly admitted under interrogation to providing you with access keys to the datacenter servers at the power plant. For the sum of…” He shuffled through his papers. “About $50,000, so he says. And so his bank account verifies.

“Anyway,” he continued. “If he was lying, it just earned him a life sentence without parole for no reason.”

He didn’t wait for a response. “Also, I may not have mentioned this, but we executed a search warrant on your home this morning. We found your cell, and your burner, and linked the burner to being at the location where the exchange took place. Also in the power plant, where you were most certainly not supposed to be.”

All feeling had left Nadia as he spoke. All that remained was a hollow dread, and a sense of anxious disbelief. I’m fucked was all she could think. She had nothing to say.

“What’s wrong?” Dan asked. “Don’t you have an excuse for that, too? Or has it dawned on you just how well we’ve got you by the short hairs?”

Nadia licked her suddenly dry lips. “Sounds like you don’t need to hear any more from me.”

“Not so,” Dan corrected. “We do still need something from you. As you can see, we know you came here under false pretenses. We have you committing bribery of a public official. We have you trespassing on government property and illegally accessing a secure government computer system. We even know some of the data you accessed. Now we want you to confess.”

“Ha,” she laughed hollowly. “Fuck you. Take me to trial.”

“Well, we were hoping it wouldn’t come to that,” he said. “And we’re prepared to offer you a deal in exchange for your written confession.”

A light suddenly appeared at the end of Nadia’s tunnel. Knowing full well her ears perked up at his last statement, she met his eyes for the first time in a while. He flashed that little knowing smile again.

“Don’t get too excited. We’re not taking the death penalty off the table. That’s still the only punishment that fits what you did.”

“Fuck you, then,” Nadia said again.

He raised a hand. “Now, hear me out before you say no. The deal will concern your sister.”

Oh, no. Please, don’t say they caught her, too. Her thoughts were in a chaotic swirl of desperate hope and inescapable horror.

“By all accounts, Leyla has been quite naughty as well. Only, her crimes haven’t been quite so severe. Normally, she’d be executed right alongside you. In this case, we’re willing to deport her back to Alour in exchange for your confession.”

Silence fell, and all Nadia could hear was an intense ringing in her ears. Her mind was blank, all coherency gone. She was shivering, yet her whole body felt numb.

Dan got up, and walked around behind her. With a clicking sound, the pressure on her wrists fell away as the handcuffs were removed. He returned to his seat, and pushed a piece of paper toward her along with a pen.

“Just sign it, and Leyla will live. She won’t even go to prison.”

She had no idea how long she sat there in the intense quiet. After an eternity, she reluctantly raised her shaking hand, picked up the pen, and messily wrote her signature on the pre-written confession.

“That was the right decision,” said the suddenly gentle voice of the wolf. “We’ll make it quick for you. You’ll be taken care of just as soon as I file this with the court. Someone will be in shortly to talk to you about your final options.”

With that, he gathered his papers and left, leaving the shell-shocked leopard behind. Nadia had nothing to say, and nothing to think. She was going to die. Just the idea of it caused her to nearly lose control of her bladder in terror.

The door opened a few minutes later, and a fennec fox walked in holding a clipboard, with two officers behind her.

“Hi,” she said kindly. “It looks like the court is going to give you a choice of execution method. Would you like to hear your options?”

Nadia said nothing, but just looked up at the newcomer. She must’ve looked like a doe-eyed mess.

The fennec gazed back at her with what looked like pity. “You can go to a firing squad, be hanged, or be beheaded.” She placed a paper with those options listed out in detailed procedure in front of Nadia. “I understand this is very stressful. Just circle the one you prefer.”

The trembling leopard looked down at the page. Each option was given a description of exactly how it would be carried out. …placed in a gurney and lowered onto the platform of the guillotine, where the subject is then moved forward into execution position. A fitting is placed over the neck to ensure—

She clenched her eyes shut. She didn’t want to read this. Slowly opening her eyes again, she looked at the other options in vain hope.

…The subject is then dropped through a trapdoor, where he/she falls a total of exactly 7 feet. The neck is broken upon reaching the prescribed position under the platform, and death is rendered instantly upon the subject.

Nadia nearly threw up upon reading the description, but the word instant stuck out to her. If she was shot, or decapitated, she might be alive a while after… No, she wanted it over “instantly”. So with violently shaking hand, she circled:

2. Hanging

The fennec placed a hand on her shoulder and rubbed it as she picked up the paper with her other hand. The two officers walked behind Nadia, and lifted her to her feet. She felt them doing something with her arms, and realized after a second that her forearms were being tied together with rope, one on top of the other.

“Now?” she whispered meekly, her voice gone.

The fennec woman nodded. “We don’t like keeping the subjects waiting. We find it’s cruel to leave them locked up, knowing what’s coming. This way, it’ll all be over in probably less than five minutes from now. Now go with these gentlemen; they’ll take you up where you need to go.”

Nadia was led from the room, and she was essentially being dragged. It wasn’t that she was actively resisting, but all fight and most of her ability to move independently had fled from her. She was taken down a series of hallways that led to a side door. There was a small window in it, and through it she saw an outdoor courtyard. Right in the middle was a wooden gallows, and a single noose draped over a beam.

At the sight, she let out a piteous whimper and tried to stop. The officers just held her more tightly and dragged her forward, through the single door and into the grassy enclosure. It had walls that were twenty feet high or so, lined with razor wire. There was a small crowd in the yard, most appearing to be government and E.S. officials.

Nadia was marched past the group, and she felt their leering eyes as she approached the staircase to the gallows.

“Hold still,” one of her guards said, and without further warning, he reached around her front with a knife in his hand. With his other, he pulled her shirt taut and sliced through it with the knife. He cut it in half at the front and back, causing it to fall to the grass below.

“What are you doing?!” Nadia found her voice. “Stop!”

“It’s procedure,” her captor said. “Spies die in the nude. Should’ve thought of that before you went and fucked up like you did.”

Desperately, she looked out at the crowd, but no one was coming to her defense. She felt her bra being unhooked, and the straps were cut. Away it fell as well, leaving her bare breasts shivering. The officer knelt behind her, and despite her pushing her legs together as hard as she could, he successfully pulled her pants and underwear down in one harsh motion. Then lifting one leg at a time, he pulled them off completely with her shoes.

Nadia bent over as best she could to hide her exposed body, but without more ado she was forced up the stairs and onto the platform. She took each step toward the noose above a clearly marked trapdoor, and tears welled in her eyes for fear and embarrassment.

Then she was standing on the trapdoor, quivering harder still. One of her officers walked off as a canine of some kind approached from her other side, lifting the noose over its beam so that it fell loosely upon the wooden platform.

“Your sister’s dead,” the remaining officer muttered at her. “Mob got to her. Cut her head off right outside her apartment. Thought you’d want to know.” With that, he left as well, standing to the side with his partner a few feet away.

Nadia stared ahead, and tears flowed openly from her eyes. She was quiet, but bared her teeth as wracked breaths escaped her. No… That was all she could think. No…

The noose was placed over her head, and the man holding it slid the loop of rope all the way down her face, past her chin and around her neck. As he tightened it, she looked at the thick coil in abject terror.

“Don’t…” was all she forced out as he tightened the knot, squeezing her throat and laying the huge rope behind her left side. Then he stepped back, and there was total quiet in the large courtyard. Nadia stood there, taking in her last breaths with bated effort. After a second, she noticed the man was now standing by a large lever, and his hand rested on it. He looked her right in the eyes, and then he pulled it, hard.

The ground beneath her fell away in an instant, and she was in free fall. For one endless second, she felt like she was floating, and a rush of wind blew her fur upwards. She clenched her eyes shut.

Then, in a fraction of a second, her head was jerked violently to the side with a tremendous and sickening CRACK.



The crowd watched in pleasure as the simpering spy fell through the trapdoor. She rebounded up slightly when she reached the end of her rope, and the snapping of her neck echoed through the courtyard, drawing light applause and jovial smiles from the attendees. She swung limply like a fish on a line. While her eyes had been shut when she fell, they were wide open now, staring unseeing out at the throng, as if expressing her utter shock that they would do this to her.

Some of the onlookers were surprised that she was stripped naked before being killed, as that really wasn’t ever the protocol. Still, no complaints had risen from their ranks when it’d been done, and indeed, watching a smoking hot beauty of a woman on full display was a welcome change from the normal executions. Some of the crowd even wandered forward to the gallows to inspect her as she swayed gently back and forth. Normally, only the on-site doctor was allowed to approach the body to verify death, but the rules had apparently been bent for this whole procedure.

As five or so men stood around the deceased leopard, they were surprised by the soft patter-patter of something falling to the grass below. One of them laughed as he pointed out the source: something was running down her legs and dripping on the ground. They could guess what that was, and one of them slapped her firmly on the butt, sending her swinging again.

“There, there, girl!” he said in mirth. “No need to feel embarrassed!”

“They didn’t even let her go to the bathroom first,” observed another man. “They really fucked her over, didn’t they? Did you hear they lied about the dead bitch’s sister to get her to agree to die in the first place?”

“That’s enough,” came the voice of the E.S. superintendent behind them. “You all get back to you duties, and give the dead some rest.”

They dispersed at his command, and he observed her wide-eyed shock as her swaying grew weaker. She was facing him, and it appeared she had finished her postmortem peeing. Feeling a little ashamed of the occurrence in his pants as he stared at her perfect pussy, and then up at her plump breasts, he turned to leave, leaving her alone to be tended to by the doctor.
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