【Jue Yu】

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"Number 53, time to go." 　　The voice seemed to steal one's soul. Behind each iron window, countless eyes lurked. Yet, 　　at this moment, an inevitable sigh escaped their lips— death wasn't targeting them. "
It 's 　　Peng 　　Yuru from cell number six." 　　Hearing the shout, everyone realized. In the following seconds, the oppressive, suffocating morning 　　seemed to thaw instantly, and whispers began to circulate among them. 　　Seemingly dissatisfied with the female prisoners' noise, several female guards used stun guns to knock on the doors and windows of the other cells. 　　The prisoners, who had just become lively, quickly fell silent, as if they hadn't done anything at all. The female guards 　　looked meaningfully at the only door and window they hadn't knocked on, and secretly shook their heads. 　　Before a heavy iron door stood two stern-looking men resembling armed police officers, carrying ropes 　　and shackles. The ropes were new, but one end of the shackles was broken, its chains dangling to the ground—clearly, they 　　had just been removed from their positions. 　　Through the observation hole in the door, one could see Peng Yuru 　　, a renowned beauty throughout the prison and even the entire city of G, her face ashen, as if she had applied too much foundation. At this moment, Peng Yuru possessed 　　a beauty that many domestic actresses couldn't portray—a poignant beauty. 　　Click, the door opened. 　　Peng Yuru slowly combed her long, beautiful hair, which she was always so proud of. On the prison bed beside her lay 　　a silver-white cheongsam and stockings, and a pair of brand-new strappy high-heeled sandals had been lying there for a long time. 　　As if stimulated by the sudden sunlight, or as if she had reached her limit, crystal tears 　　could no longer be held back, streaming down her lightly made-up face, leaving a 　　faint trail. 　　"Comrades, please wait a moment, okay?" Peng Yuru pleaded with the judges who entered. 　　The judges exchanged glances and nodded. 　　"Hurry up, the public trial is at 9:30, and the execution will begin after the parade at 10:30," a female judge said. 　　"Could you tell me in advance how I'll die…?" Peng Yuru asked cautiously. 　　"Execution by firing squad," the female judge's voice was cold. 　　The judges left, leaving Peng Yuru alone, lost in thought. 　　Peng Yuru looked at the dressing mirror that had been delivered in the early hours of the morning; the LCD screen beside it clearly 　　showed 6:38. 　　She looked at her beautiful face, which would soon be gone. 　　Thinking of the pictures of executions she'd seen online—half a head blown off, rouge standing upright 　　like a skull—Peng Yuru shuddered. 　　She lowered her head again, looking at the gray prison uniform she'd been wearing for months. 　　She figured she'd look better in it now! 　　She was determined not to let that terrible thing happen! 　　But time was of the essence; she didn't have much time to dress up. 　　Peng Yuru took off her prison uniform, revealing her fair, slender body. This 　　figure, which usually made others envious, was no longer a concern; it, like her, would soon become a cold corpse. Her 　　bra and panties were the ones she'd bought before going to prison, filthy, especially the bra, which was painfully constricting her breasts. 　　Fortunately, she was about to die, so these small details didn't matter. 　　Peng Yuru took off her panties, put on stockings that reached her thighs, and then put on 　　her cheongsam. 　　Only a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals remained unworn. 　　To be honest, strappy high-heeled sandals and stockinged legs don't seem like a perfect match, but on Peng Yuru, this 　　beautiful woman, it looked as if it were a natural fit! The straps crossed and wrapped around her calves, and Peng Yuru tied them tight, 　　creating an alluring silhouette on 　　her already subtly visible stockinged feet . 　　"In a little while, ropes will be tied here too," Peng Yuru said with a smile, not the kind of bitter 　　, defeated smile born of despair, nor the kind of nervous, manic laughter born of fear, but just a smile, a calm smile 　　. 　　She ran her slender, jade-like fingers up her sandal-clad feet, all the way to her 　　thighs, feeling a perfect tactile sensation from her exceptionally sexy stockings—a kind of pleasure, 　　a kind of passion. 　　Her hair was tied up, quite pretty, and importantly, the bailiffs had instructed her to do so to make it easier to lower the gun. 　　Providing the executioner with convenience was something a death row inmate was supposed to do. 　　As she was checking her makeup one last time, the impatient judges walked in. 　　Peng Yuru was certain she had seen the two male judges' astonished expressions. 　　The female judges, however, seemed to be mocking her. 　　"Dead is dead, why dress up so seductively?" 　　The law cannot supersede human sentiment; a beautiful female death row inmate is completely 　　defenseless against the innate jealousy of other women. 　　Fortunately, this was almost over when Peng Yuru signed the death sentence notice. 　　As the judges left again, two armed police officers rushed in as if on steroids. One 　　pinned Peng Yuru down on the bed, and the other lifted the hem of her cheongsam. 　　"What...what is he going to do?" Peng Yuru was terrified. Although she had essentially lost her dignity since entering prison 　　, she wasn't prepared for further humiliation. 　　She had worried for nothing. 　　The armed police officer who lifted the hem of her cheongsam saw she wasn't wearing underwear, and his face flushed, but quickly 　　returned to normal. 　　The armed policeman said, "Don't move, we're going to wrap a rope around your thigh now." 　　Peng Yuru felt a tightening on her thigh and tried to look up, but the armed policeman held her down, preventing her from lifting her head. 　　She felt the rope already wrapped several times around her thigh, which was covered in thin stockings, and tied in a very tight 　　knot. 　　Peng Yuru knew that this rope was called a tripwire, and it was used to prevent her from escaping.

Next came binding her calves. Peng Yuru's hands were also tied behind her back, the rope around her
neck, and then around her armpits. While binding her arms, she felt suffocated from both above and below
. Once her calves were bound, Peng Yuru's escort was complete.
The armed police lifted her up and pushed her out the door.
"Reporting to the government, I have one last wish," Peng Yuru said, seeing the judges who had sentenced her to death.
"Speak," the same cold-spoken female judge said.
"I want to make a phone call to my family," Peng Yuru said.
The female judge hesitated, whispered among herself and the other judges, before saying, "Alright
."
She instructed the armed police to take Peng Yuru to the reception room, where there was a telephone for prisoners.
"Beep beep beep!" As the phone rang, Peng Yuru smiled.
"Brother Li, I'm about to be executed," Peng Yuru said immediately.
The voice on the other end was clearly surprised: "Today, I was just about to get you out! Here's what I'll do: I'll
notify the prison right now to postpone the execution! Believe me, your suffering these past few months won't be in vain."
Peng Yuru laughed: "It doesn't matter anymore. Once the death sentence is issued, you can't save me. I'm already
bound hand and foot, about to be put on the execution vehicle. Didn't you want to see me die? Come collect my body at 10:30,
as long as my face isn't badly damaged."
There was a moment of silence on the phone before it said: "Yuru, why don't you give up? I'll come pick you up now..."
Peng Yuru's face changed color: "Brother Li, I paid a lot of money to go to prison for you,
and then paid a lot more to have them sentence me to death on trumped-up charges. Who do you think I did all this for?
If I want to get out, I can get out anytime. Do I need you to come? Let me tell you, it's up to you whether you come or not, I'll still
come!"
Peng Yuru turned around and hung up the phone with her bound hands.
Only astonished armed police and judges remained.
"Is there a way to die without damaging my head?" Peng Yuru asked casually.
"That's easy. Either shoot me in the back, or shoot me in the neck,"
said an experienced armed police officer.
"I know about shooting in the back, but what about shooting me in the neck?" Peng Yuru asked.
"Nine times out of ten, decapitation," the officer said.
"Okay, you'll be the one to carry it out, right?" Peng Yuru asked.
"Yes," the officer said.
"Shoot me in the back of the neck, and I'll tell you my Swiss bank account right now..."
Peng Yuru was finally brought to the public trial. From this angle, she experienced for the first time
the helplessness and passion of a female death row inmate.
The feeling of being pointed at and whispered about by millions, the feeling of wearing high-heeled sandals,
the ropes on her thighs and calves restricting her movement to only her calves, the pain of the ropes digging into her flesh, and the powerful hands of the armed police pressing down on
her head.
Wasn't she just tired of living?
She had spent almost all the money: money for the specimen doctor, for the presiding judge, for the square department, for
the false witness, for her boyfriend, and now for the armed police who would execute her.
Who but someone who didn't want to live would do something so insane? Spending almost everything just
to die a humiliating death?
When the classic announcement, "Take the criminal Peng Yuru to the execution ground and execute her by firing squad," rang out, Peng
Yuru collapsed to the ground under the sudden pressure from the armed police behind her.
Actually, she was exhausted.
It had been a long time since she'd felt the wind in a truck. Facing the gentle breeze, Peng Yuru couldn't
help but think that she was just a butterfly among the masses.
The whispers and pointing fingers of others no longer mattered, because she had arrived at the execution ground.
The execution ground was located on a grassy area near a river on the outskirts of the city. Peng Yuru clearly heard the armed police behind her swallow
hard.
"Police officer, I heard you shoot someone in the legs when you execute them, right?" Peng Yuru
asked with a smile.
"If you cooperate, you don't have to do that," the officer who collected the money whispered. He had just
checked Peng Yuru's bank account on his phone.
"Now I'm at your mercy, until that rifle bullet blows my head off," Peng Yuru said.
The officer looked into the distance; the instructor there had already raised a small red flag.
The officer who collected the money told another officer to step aside, and he carried the lithe Peng Yuru to a large pit
.
"Should I lay out a cloth for you?" the officer asked.
"No need," Peng Yuru smiled, looking exceptionally beautiful. "My makeup artist will clean me up."
"I really don't understand you. You spend so much money to die, and in such an dishonorable way," the officer said.
"I'm going to die anyway, so it doesn't matter. Just remember, you can only blow my head off, not explode it
," Peng Yuru said.
"Don't worry, it's my duty. I owe you a favor, after all." The armed policeman finished speaking and shouted,
"Attention!"
Peng Yuru was talking to him when he startled her. Suddenly, she felt a kick to her beautiful leg
, her knees buckled, and she knelt on the ground in front of the pit.
The sensation of those heavy leather shoes on her stockings was very clear.
Peng Yuru fell silent, her heart pounding with anxiety. This wasn't something that could be explained by a mere thought of death;
it was a normal physiological reaction. She even felt a wetness in her lower body.
Click! That was the sound of a gun being loaded…
She felt the coldness of the gun barrel against the back of her fair neck…
Peng Yuru closed her eyes.
Boom! Peng Yuru suddenly felt a sharp pain in her neck, and then felt
something suddenly gush out from her lower body. She felt as if she were on a rollercoaster, first seeing a red light, then a
yellow light.
The red light was blood, the yellow light was the color of the earth.
Peng Yuru's head fell more than five meters away from where she had been kneeling during the execution. She watched the executioner from afar.
The police officer had stopped stepping on her thigh, and her body, devastated by the loss of her head, became unusually agitated. She
clearly saw her body, clad in a cheongsam and stockings, writhing aimlessly on the ground,
blood gushing from the severed neck. The straps of her high-heeled sandals, tightly wrapped around her calves, seemed to have come undone.
A police officer approached, grabbing Peng Yuru's hair. Peng Yuru smiled playfully; the officer knew she was still
conscious.
"Want to see your body?" the officer asked.
Peng Yuru closed her eyes, then opened them. "I know. I really don't know why there are so few people at the execution ground 　　today
, and no one can interfere with my actions
. I really don't know what arrangements you made." The officer, carrying Peng Yuru's severed head,
walked towards her body, which had been decapitated for several seconds… ―
... 　　Peng Yuru's beautiful body and head will be simply treated and displayed in the square for three days, after which a taxidermist will 　　create a permanent specimen. It is said that for the next thousand years, the specimen will 　　remain as beautiful and sexy as this most beautiful death row inmate in G City was in life. 　　Her donated assets will be used to establish the Yuru Foundation, specifically for the maintenance and preservation of Peng Yuru's body 　　. 　　[The End]

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