Anna under the gallows

Anna was an exceptionally beautiful girl. Though not of noble birth, she possessed an elegant air. She had the soft, delicate hands of a pianist, capable of playing exquisite notes with remarkable skill. She also had the beautiful legs of a dancer, often able to gracefully dance to the impromptu accompaniment of a mediocre street musician, captivating all who passed by. People often attributed her success to her family background, but I believed her talent was the most astonishing aspect. Moreover… her temperament was so kind, and her speech so gentle and refined. If it weren't for her striking blonde hair and blue eyes, I would almost mistake this girl, who frequently appeared before me, for a courtesan from Yangzhou, a place known for its beautiful women. I dare say I wasn't the only one enamored with her. The German weather was like that—cold, damp, and gloomy. The rain outside was heavy, pounding against the glass so loudly that it could be heard from inside. However, I consciously ignored these disturbances. The sky was overcast, sparing no sunlight, yet Anna's beautiful figure still made me feel somewhat stifled. I turned on the desk lamp, spread out a piece of paper in the dim light, picked up a pen but didn't know what to write. My mind was filled with jumbled thoughts, and I don't know when, but Anna suddenly came to mind, a thought that even startled me. My psychology has always been different from others. Even after so many years abroad, that demonic quality ingrained in my bones hasn't diminished in the slightest. It's like the serpent in the Garden of Eden that tempted Eve, devouring my soul. It makes me feel that to love a woman, I must kill her, let her die in suffocating agony. Anna was a beautiful young woman, and her exquisite body, even when life was extinguished but still warm, was most stimulating to my penis. At that moment, even if it meant tearing my foreskin to shreds, even if angry lightning lurked, I would do my best to plant my seed inside her. There was a knock at the door, just in time, stopping me from continuing down this path. I don't know whether to call it luck or misfortune, but anyway, I put down my pen and went to open the door. Was it a new parcel or complimentary cookies from the restaurant? I was somewhat excited. Last time, a senior classmate sent me a Spanish prosciutto, which allowed me, someone who had eaten German bacon for years, to indulge to my heart's content. I had a few bottles of brandy hidden in my cupboard, which was a bit outrageous, but if it was like last time, I needed something to drink. Munich beer wasn't famous in this small town, and besides, it was understandable that a foreigner like me wouldn't like that kind of strange-tasting liquid. The postman stood at the door, dressed in a distinctive style. While everyone else wore yellow uniforms, he wore black, giving him a somewhat SS-like appearance. I imagine many people would have that impression. There used to be a Jewish man living on the street, and whenever he saw the postman, his face was always full of vigilance. No matter what he was doing, one hand was always in his back pocket. I remember visiting his house when I first came to Germany, and I was certain that he was carrying a gun there, a Luger pistol from the 1930s, with eight bullets—I was quite naive back then and secretly opened the Jewish man's drawer to look inside, but thankfully I didn't touch anything. Europe isn't a place where violence is strictly prohibited. While gun control laws are strict, there are loopholes. If I went to Finland, even a foreigner like me might be able to get my hands on a 37mm cannon to play with.
The postman gave me an envelope with my address written in German, but no name. When I asked him, he said he was only responsible for delivery. I knew he was indeed fulfilling his duty; he was a very dedicated person. Returning to my desk, I hesitated for a moment before opening the envelope. Thankfully, there was no anthrax powder or explosives inside. Two pieces of paper fell out; they looked to be of good quality, making a crisp, clear sound as they hit the ground. I didn't know if they were advertisements or flyers; they weren't in color, so they were neither. I picked them up. The format was beautiful, impeccable in both style and word choice, yet there was a sense of aloofness about them—the German style, something I'd experienced more than once over the years. I composed myself and read on carefully. Honestly, I've completely forgotten when I submitted my resume. Maybe it was some time ago when I saw a few policemen in green uniforms carefully walking along a snow-covered street, and I expressed my interest to them. Someone then asked me for my resume. That was probably about six months ago, back in winter! Good heavens, the pay wasn't high or low—five thousand euros per person, equivalent to fifty thousand yuan. Having been away from China for so many years, I always like to do the math in my head; maybe it gives me a momentary sense of satisfaction! From a pay and benefit perspective, there seems to be nothing wrong with this job, but I still feel uneasy because the nature of the work is probably the same as what that old Jewish man despised—executioners are never welcome in any country. I'd never heard of needing training to be an executioner in Germany. Even more absurdly, in this small town, there are no related institutions, no training facilities, not even an organization I could be affiliated with. Fortunately, I have a bank account where I can receive a salary, with monthly deposits from the finance department, giving me some sense of belonging. I've heard that in China, bailiffs and armed police who execute criminals receive a bonus and a third-class merit award. As for me, I'm hoping to have money next year—lots and lots of money. I even thought for a moment that my current predicament wasn't what this job could bring me, but whether the pay was good enough. In this respect, I'm no different from anyone else. It's said that there's no death penalty in Germany, but after a serial killer from this small town went on a rampage, committing crimes in other places, this ancient and effective penal code was reinstated in this town due to the intervention of some people. After the fall of the Berlin Wall, Germany enjoyed many years of peace. People lived in harmony, free from the threat of war and the tension of confrontation. The ancient profession of executioner was almost extinct. Although I knew nothing about the department where I submitted my resume, recruiting an executioner whose hands would inevitably be stained with blood was probably not easy for the government; otherwise, they wouldn't have tricked me into doing the job. In today's world of comprehensive social welfare, this dirty and bloody profession is perhaps even more repulsive than begging. My heart was once again filled with rage, pounding so hard that I had to use one hand to steady myself on the table. My long-cherished wish, my twisted psychology, reminded me of a tall, graceful young woman in stockings and high-heeled sandals, walking step by step towards the execution platform. I admit I terrified myself!
I will always return home. I don't need to enjoy the welfare here, nor do I need to endure the stares of others. My studies are about to end. Does this mean I can accept it without any psychological burden? Yes, I love ice love. Why not make it a reality? I'm neither a street hippie nor a damn neo-Nazi. I believe the ultimate right of the law to punish me is largely related to my clean record. Life goes on, and graduation isn't far off. By then, I'll probably forget about this authorization. This small town hasn't seen a crime in fifty years. This absolute rule will be broken, but I don't know when. In the time before I return home, I won't expect much good fortune to come my way. I'm quite self-aware. After some thought and struggle, I continue to be a student as usual, and neither my advisor nor my classmates notice anything amiss. "Natalie, give me reagent number eight." I'm conducting an experiment that needs to be filled out in a report. My assistant is another student of my advisor, named Natalie. Aquinas, she has beautiful sapphire eyes and a straight, sharp nose, with slightly curly golden hair. Her only flaw is her rough skin; many white women have this, though I've heard that women of Latin descent in Southern Europe are less prone to it, but I've never seen it myself. If I have time after graduation, I might hitch a trip to Italy or Catalonia to see if I can create some beautiful memories there. As for my Anna, I love her more than myself! My hobbies deeply influence me, and I never know when I might hurt her! Besides, she's a foreigner; I really don't know how much trouble bringing her back home would cause! A creature with a pointed tail and horns seems to mock my cowardice in my mind, and I dare not respond.
Natalie seemed to have a certain fondness for me, a rare sight among Asian men. Girls her age are always incredibly open and lively. So much so that whenever I needed her, she would flirt with me seductively. This time, after she brought the reagents, she seemed to have moved beyond the usual subtle teasing; it was more like playing with fire. Her expressive eyes blinked, and I was dazzled by the bright, pale lipstick she wore. Natalie's ample arms were also busy, sliding down my back. My hands trembled, losing their grip, and the equipment in front of me became unusable. Just as her hand was about to unbutton my pants, I grabbed it. I looked around the lab, and only breathed a sigh of relief when I realized no one else was around. "Natalie, do you know how much trouble this is going to cause me?" I said with a wry smile to the sexy woman before me. "You're leaving, aren't you?" Natalie pressed herself against me. She wasn't light; for someone as slender as me, she was indeed a bit heavy. I felt a pang of sadness. Having lived here for so many years, from my childhood to my youth, I had almost forgotten my hometown, yet this place remained vivid in my memory. I'd never experienced the feeling of trepidation upon returning home; was this trepidation before even arriving? Facing the girl's question, I didn't give a vague answer or a perfunctory reply, but nodded firmly. "Natalie, we're not suitable. You're a good girl; you should find a good boy to spend your life with. You have the right to enjoy your youth, not to waste it on a foreigner like me with an uncertain future." I struggled to turn over, cupping Natalie's face in my hands, trying my best to prevent further awkwardness between us. "Is it because of Anna?" Natalie smiled sweetly, taking my hand and holding it close. I truly loved Anna. She had many suitors, but I considered myself the one who loved her most. Not because of her looks, not because of her family background, and certainly not because of her chastity. In my eyes, Anna, this beautiful girl, was at her most beautiful the moment she walked to the execution ground! "No, I don't have that expectation." I implicitly admitted that someone like me wasn't worthy of a pure woman like Anna. "If you need it, I can give you what Anna can give you, even more decisively and directly, and you won't lose out." Natalie moved closer to me, her warm breath almost touching my face, making me flustered. The saying "a man pursuing a woman is like climbing a mountain, a woman pursuing a man is like piercing a veil" is absolutely true. My heart began to soften, a certain desire threatening to burst forth. "Not hard enough, is my charm not enough to move you?" Perhaps sensing something amiss in my body, Natalie laughed happily, reaching out to grab my slightly bulging area, seemingly teasingly. My embarrassment seemed to fuel Natalie's ambition; she prepared to pull down my pants again, but my reason compelled me to grip Natalie's hand tightly, to the point that both our hands ached. “I’m sorry, Miss Aquinas, I’m a very traditional man.” I’m not a saint, nor a gentleman, but I’m definitely not someone you can touch. I know the darkness in my heart is greater than most people’s. If she were to have an intimate relationship with me, the mask I wear in public might fall flat in front of her. One wrong move, and both she and I would be hurt. “I don’t like you. I don’t want to hurt a girl who should be pure and innocent before I leave. I don’t like to ruin someone else’s happiness.” “You really are a scoundrel! You’re Chinese, is it because Chinese people like virgins? I am a virgin, and I love you! I’m a virgin, so hurry up and have me!” Natalie clearly hadn’t expected my answer to be like this. Her smile froze. The German was very strong, and she pressed me against the table effortlessly. Her hands were gripping my neck, and I quickly felt suffocated. Is this what those girls feel when they are executed? I cried out inwardly. Natalie’s madness at this moment made me think of unrelated things. How eerie! Sometimes I really wished Natalie would kill me. During my time in Germany, a devil had been living inside me, and I'd had quite a few encounters with statues of the Virgin Mary. If I were really dead, the sins I'd committed while fantasizing would finally be put to rest! But Natalie gave up. She gasped for breath, collapsed to the ground, her eyes bloodshot, her face filled with desolation and disappointment. "Sorry, I lost my composure," Natalie said hoarsely. She tried to stand up, but stumbled and fell again. Natalie's face was ashen, and two shallow lines appeared on the makeup she'd applied. She was a very beautiful and sexy woman; if it weren't for Anna, I think I would have fallen in love with her. The experiment couldn't continue. I picked up the books and forms I'd brought. Natalie looked up at me, and I shook my head at her with a wry smile. Natalie biting her lip was cute, I wouldn't deny it. Accidents always happen unexpectedly, like this time… After receiving the executioner's authorization letter that day, I drew a picture on a piece of paper I hadn't decided what to do with before—a very dangerous picture. By some strange twist of fate, it ended up inside a book, and by some strange twist of fate, the book ended up here! Even more strangely, a gust of wind blew the pages away! So the drawing fell, and coincidentally, it landed right in Natalie's hands. "Do you like SM?" Natalie took the drawing, looked at it, paused for a moment, then her face lit up with surprise; she thought she had found the answer. In the drawing, I depicted Anna's back, very slender, and the ropes on her hands and feet were drawn clearly. I forgot to draw one thing, the most important thing—the gallows! My sketching skills are not bad; at least for drawing Anna, the woman I love, it was quite successful. "Is that why you don't want to date me? I can change! You like stockings and high heels, look, I'm wearing them today." Natalie seemed to have found her strength; she stood up nimbly, stretching out her legs and feet for me to see. "You like long hair, I've grown my hair long for you for two years." Natalie touched her hair. "You like skirt suits and blazers, look how sexy I am today?" "If you like SM, then tie me up! Fuck me! As long as you love me!" Natalie said excitedly, revealing her feelings without reservation this time. "Come on!" Seeing my silence, Natalie thought I was still unwilling. She unbuttoned her skirt, revealing pantyhose underneath. The stockings were exquisite. Natalie knew how to please her sweetheart, but she didn't know that although I liked stockings... I preferred the suspender type... "Put on your skirt and come with me." I couldn't stay silent any longer, or Natalie might devour me. The negative impact that painting had on me was now fully apparent, even though she didn't dislike it… I was desperately trying to find excuses while inwardly cursing my own hypocrisy. That night was wild. Natalie had accomplished this feat while completely bound. To my surprise, Natalie really was a virgin; her virginity couldn't lie. My sheets were light-colored, making the blood very noticeable. I felt the same pain as her; I was a virgin, just like her. The foreskin, tightly wrapped around her, stretched inside her virginity, almost tearing her apart. I preferred to believe it was an illusion, especially since it was her first time, and she used the Roman position (woman on top). For couples experiencing their first time, premature ejaculation once or twice is normal. Natalie understood me, so we made love eight times that night, twice with both of us satisfied. This wasn't without its price. I felt that if I lived like this for a month without those magical blue pills, I probably wouldn't even have the strength to get into bed. As dawn broke, Natalie, handcuffed and shackled, knelt before my bed. She seemed relaxed; she was a beauty, the kind of beauty that could arouse a man's desire, yet now she was content to be my slave. This feeling was both satisfying and filled me with an immense emptiness. I loved Anna, and I had slept with Natalie? Natalie had identified herself as my submissive, seemingly enjoying the pleasures of SM. But when I used beads on her, a fleeting look of displeasure crossed her face. I knew she didn't actually like this game. Yes, I didn't like it either. SM was just a game I could play; what I truly loved was ice love! My beloved Natalie, my beloved Anna! My head was spinning. From that day forward, everything came to an end. The madness of that night left me dizzy the next day. Natalie got me some bacon and made me vegetable bacon rolls, which I found difficult to adjust to. To be honest, the stuff she makes would probably make a puppy very fat... Natalie kept flattering me; she always seemed happy, but lately, maybe because her period is coming, she seemed a little absent-minded. I've learned how to tease her now. When she hears my clumsy jokes, she immediately acts like she's done something wrong, kneeling on the ground waiting for my punishment—most often a spanking.It was just for fun, a gentle touch. Graduation was drawing near, meaning my time here was getting shorter. One day, Natalie asked me if she could get my ring in a church if she went to China. This question surprised me; although we maintained a relationship, it was the first time she'd asked this. I'm not one to lie, and I doubted she'd find it pleasant. I hesitated. Natalie was a beautiful girl, and she loved me so much; she even gave me her virginity… The more I thought about it, the more I felt like a jerk. Natalie looked at me for a long time, but I didn't answer. A hint of disappointment flickered in her eyes, followed by a sense of relief. Relief? Had I misread it? "You're a good man. I was the one who seduced you, and I don't regret it," Natalie said, her smile pitiful. Her hands were clasped together, as if she were letting go of something. “You have me, and you will have Anna, and finally, you will have a woman you love, and a woman who loves you, walking hand in hand with you. I wish you all the best in advance!” Natalie bowed to me. After the internal struggle subsided, she had vanished from my sight. I didn't hear any door opening, so I assumed Natalie was still inside. But when I reached the dining room, I found a French window open, the white curtains fluttering in the wind like beautiful hada scarves. For some reason, I began to fear seeing her. I closed the window, sat on the floor, and felt like I was in a dream. I even felt it was unreal. I sat there until evening, when my mood improved slightly, before turning on the television. "At 10:32 this morning, the police station received a report of a suspected murder and a request for a confession. A homicide occurred in an apartment in the Fedida district. The victim is a woman. According to the complainant, Miss Anna Lissey, the deceased is her classmate, Miss Natalie Aquinas. The cause of death is suicide, but the evidence at the scene is against Miss Anna… If convicted, Miss Anna may become the first woman in this town to be sentenced to death since the new criminal law came into effect…" Before the news was even finished, I sat frozen in front of the television. Natalie was dead? Natalie was dead? Dead in Anna's house? That energetic slut from last night, the woman who had been so clingy to me these past few days, was dead?
My brain went blank for three minutes. I'd never felt a blow greater than this. I clearly remember she left me a little after nine; her movements were astonishingly quick. Maybe I really had fallen in love with her. I remembered Natalie's unusual behavior a few days ago; I'd always thought it was her period… I frantically stood up and ran to my bedroom, where some of my things were—the executioner's authorization and that unfinished painting… I'd placed a few coins on it, but now they were under the paper. I understood everything. Natalie knew my true interests; she could accept my BDSM, but she hadn't realized how unspeakable they were. She had limited affection for anyone other than me, and knowing my identity as an executioner, she naturally wouldn't commit a crime to make me kill her in public. And so… an absurd idea arose! Natalie was a smart woman. Although she studied biology, her greatest pride was her self-taught forensic science. If she wanted to play tricks, the innocent Anna wouldn't be able to escape. I'm starting to understand what Natalie meant when she said that morning: "I love Natalie, I love Anna!" I never had either of them! I don't feel much grief, just a bitter smile. Natalie is dead. The news just now seemed to mention how she died—strangled with a five-foot rope. I'm amazed at how she did it. Maybe I need to go to the prison. This morning Anna was at home having morning tea or doing aerobics, and by evening she's a female prisoner. The town's jail only has ten cells, and no guards. Apparently, after Anna surrendered, she picked up her prison uniform, handcuffs, and shackles from a surprised police clerk, and took a taxi to the jail herself. Perhaps she felt her situation wasn't too serious; the town only has two policemen, one patrolling and the other bedridden with illness, they simply don't have much time to deal with her. She can order her meals for the next month outside the jail, and buy all her toiletries. There's no need to worry about her running away; those swarming reporters are far more formidable than the police. After Anna finished, she changed into prison clothes. Perhaps because the town hadn't had any prisoners for a long time, the clothes didn't fit her well, looking somewhat like a child's. The trousers, however, were tight, highlighting her perfect curves. Everything seemed like a farce, a living farce. The darkness in my heart once again filled my mind. The two Chinese characters for "ice love" floated into my mind. The relationship I had with Natalie these past few days seemed to have lessened my fear of women considerably. When my mistress died and the girl I secretly loved went to prison, I didn't think of feeling sorry for them, but rather of their corpses and the tragic beauty before their deaths! I decided to go see Natalie first. Natalie looked very different from when she was alive. Her skin was a large patch of bluish-gray due to freezing. Her eyes were no longer lively and sparkling, but open and motionless, looking very willful. Her mouth, however, was tightly closed, exactly like a lady. I stroked the stockings on her long legs, the feel of them driving me mad. Natalie's stockings this time had an extended line, as if deliberately enticing my hand to reach towards her private parts… She was so beautiful! I frantically caressed Natalie's even more alluring body—her neck, her breasts, her belly! Her thighs! Her mons pubis! I felt I couldn't go on like this. I punched the metal edge of the refrigerator; blood flowed onto the floor, finally making me feel better. I doubted my morality could still restrain me; at least I no longer had that insane necrophiliac thought. I didn't want to go to jail. I went home, waiting for the out-of-town police to finish things up. By then, I should have graduated smoothly, able to use the authorization without any guilt, fulfilling the duty of an executioner, executing a beautiful, pitiful girl.
Anna! I love you! I held it all in, the perverse thoughts surging within me. My heart had never beaten so fast. At that moment, I was like a child waiting for Christmas toys, a teenager eager to sneak backstage at a puppet show.
I took out the painting I had drawn earlier and painted a gallows on it. I remembered seeing that style in a warehouse when I was young, after visiting Germany, and I could never forget it. It was used to hang a girl who had served in the SS. I think her name was Susan. The old Jewish man had her picture; she looked a lot like Audrey Hepburn. She was a doctor in a local Jewish concentration camp. When the American troops invaded from the Apennine Peninsula, for some reason, she didn't leave but instead surrendered to the Americans. In the last few years of Nazi madness, she ended the lives of more than 300 dying Jews by injecting them with a mixture of soapy water and poison dung. So, amidst the regretful gazes of the American boys, she was publicly hanged in the town square by a professional hangman from England.
Although I don't know why the old Jewish man looked so eerily calm when he saw this photo, I have reason to believe that Susan was wearing stockings when she was hanged. Her expression was serene, even her long hair was neatly tied in a ponytail, and the dress she was wearing, perhaps deliberately changed, made her look nothing like a girl dealing with death. Frankly, I really didn't want to witness that scene then; it would have been an absolute tragedy! At that moment, I seemed to understand Emperor Yang Guang of Sui's feelings after conquering Chen, facing the captured Zhang Lihua, unable to marry her, and forced to watch her beheaded by his subordinates. At that time, he wasn't the crown prince, nor was he powerful; perhaps he shared my helplessness! But if it was an order or a duty, perhaps I… had no choice but to do it? To follow my devilish desires and appreciate, to love? My Anna… I scanned my drawing into the computer, added details with Photoshop, colored it, and added highlights and shadows. Because of the bad weather, the house was in a shady spot, and the temperature was low. I was sweating profusely. As I finished the last stroke, I was stunned by the beauty before me. At that moment, I almost wanted to hug the monitor to my chest and never look away… I dared not look again…
I'm sure my artistic skills aren't particularly good, but this work is something I could never achieve in my entire life. Realism and beauty were perfectly blended. Anna at that moment was a fairy! A goddess!
I suddenly felt weak all over… almost collapsing onto the desk. The screen flickered… like my breath… like my heartbeat… At that moment, I felt my soul was about to explode. Graduation was fast approaching. These past few days, Natalie's death and Anna's imprisonment had given gossips plenty of fodder, and I felt it was time to contact the court, hoping my power of attorney would be effective.
A friend told me that Anna had recently been frequently seen being carried in and out of the house, looking very listless, whereas before she was always handcuffed and shackled. I felt it was time. I received a reply to the fax I sent to the court; they informed me of my eligibility to participate in the case, and they had also informed me of the outcome in advance, which was for Anna. Miss Lissey's death sentence for murder had been upheld, and the execution method was hanging! While the guillotine was used for a period during Nazi Germany, hanging has remained in use ever since. Calculating the timeline, three days after my graduation would be the day Anna's death sentence notice was issued; I needed to prepare. Legally hanging someone without any mistakes is unrealistic, so it's a science, involving things like measuring the prisoner's weight and confirming the length of the rope and its position around the neck. How could I be so hasty with a woman as beloved as Anna? A stirring within me, a certain desire, began to swell within me. I didn't want her neck broken; that would be too hasty a death, and the wound would easily turn blue and purple. I also didn't want her to stick out her tongue; that was indecent, and my love would never allow that. If things went as I imagined, Anna's execution was rather complicated. I needed to complete her weight test before graduation to ensure nothing went wrong during my execution. I needed to perform a complex calculation, ensuring her death was neither too fast nor too slow, entrusting her life to a rope at the most beautiful moment of her life—that was simply too cruel. I could almost feel the hatred that the townspeople would feel. I was an executioner; my mind was practically infested with maggots, just like Hitler's Black Terror and Stalin's Red Terror. I believe that if I weren't about to leave this country, I wouldn't have taken on such a daunting task. This was my debut! My lifelong aspirations seemed to have been elevated at this moment! To outsiders, I appeared even more dejected. They looked at me with pity, as if Natalie and Anna were nightmares I would never escape for the rest of my life. Little did they know I was having a beautiful dream. I smoked at the photocopier, not because of addiction, but because the recent events had been too traumatic for me. My lungs are strong, so inhaling the smoke made me want to cough, but I endured it, and my mind quickly calmed down. Inside the photocopier were some documents about myself, and a portrait I liked—it was Anna. I had prepared countless blank sheets of paper; if I could take them, I would take them all, as long as I lived. I left school around 5 PM. The day was no different from any other, except I was unusually quiet, ignoring acquaintances who greeted me on the street. My graduation certificate was in my pocket. Was this a relief? I didn't know, but I knew I was about to release an innocent, lovely girl… I brought Anna's graduation certificate with me, while I planned to bury Natalie's in the cemetery. She was so foolish. If I hadn't had this opportunity, what would I have done? Natalie and Anna would both be alive. Natalie would be my girlfriend and my slave, and Anna... I might secretly love her my whole life. Perhaps when I'm old and think back on this period, I'll feel a sweet warmth, no longer needing to hide anything, and I can wholeheartedly tell my spouse that I once loved a girl named Anna, quiet and lovely. I submitted my documents and received permission to see Anna. "Thank you," Anna said, taking the documents and my hand. She was strong; prison life hadn't brought her hardship, but rather a unique kind of beauty. She was wearing a sky-blue striped prison skirt and a matching striped vest, which didn't require a bra to showcase her shapely figure. “Anna, I’m free, but you aren’t. This awkward situation will pass. I know you won’t kill Natalie, but I’m powerless. The law gives me the right, and it gives you the right too. I have an executioner’s authorization. If there are no unforeseen circumstances, your execution will take place in three days. I will have to end your life myself.” I said, hardening my heart. To be honest, I didn’t understand why I was saying such hurtful things. I had no patience and said everything I wanted to say, completely ignoring Anna’s pale face. She tried to stand up, and I clearly saw her slender fingers unconsciously placed on her forehead. Perhaps the shock I had given her had made her lose her composure. “Don’t move.” I had to restrain her. I’m no longer a student; I have a position in the police station. At this point, it would be legal for me to kill this female prisoner. “I’m innocent…” Anna muttered to herself. Her composure as a model female prisoner had vanished. She desperately tried to run away, but I held her back. It seemed I had to punish her! Right there in her cell, I ripped off her skirt, revealing semi-transparent lace panties underneath. Whether it was a prank or not, the panties the police station sent to Anna in prison were incredibly alluring. Anna's skin was smooth, as white as all Scandinavians. Her shapely buttocks were completely unblemished, truly admirable! I slapped her buttocks; she initially struggled violently, but after a few slaps, she calmed down, only sobbing against my lap. My pants were soaked with her tears. "The court will give me the execution order. Although I'm neither a policeman nor an executioner, I will have the legal right to hang you in this town." I lifted Anna's chin; her eyes shone with a pitiful light. I could see her current pathetic state, and the darkness within me roared. Anna was at her most beautiful at that moment! "I love you, more than anything." I kissed her, and as she stared in astonishment, I left her cell, locking the door behind me. This was a belated confession! I hope it's not too late! Before I hang Anna with my own hands, I have to let her know my feelings first… I'm a coward, I would never dare to say it under normal circumstances, I don't know where I got the courage now… I went to the warehouse from my memory and found the rotten, moldy gallows. This was the instrument that killed that beautiful and lovely Susan… I found cleaning tools and, as if caring for my own woman and child, cleaned away all the dust and decay. I reinforced its joints with some rivets and sprayed it with disinfectant. Luckily, there were no termites inside, otherwise, when the flower-like girl Anna tragically fell with the release of the ramp, if the beam suddenly broke, such a pure girl would be thrown around, dazed and confused, either dying without any dignity or half-dead, which would be rather darkly ironic. I've been fiddling with this thing for three days in a row. The only two policemen in the town were also informed. They called the police from the countryside and told the reporters to keep their distance these days. They have telephoto cameras, they won't care about this little distance, will they? I had also prepared a hood, intending to wear it on my final day. It wasn't my intention to have the whole world remember my face. With only a few hours left, I felt the impending tragedy was inevitable. My heart pounded, my breath pounded, completely absorbed in the moment. Anna. Lisée, this beautiful and pure woman—the darkness within me was about to devour her, and about to devour me. I had wrapped my head tightly beforehand. From the moment the gallows were removed, I had felt immense sympathy and love for that poor girl who was now counting down the days. It's tragic to leave one's fate in the hands of others, but for Anna at this moment, there was nothing she could do. I saw her again. She wasn't wearing makeup, not even clothes. "You'll get sick," I said, pitying her. Her innocence and her fate were disproportionate. My guilt and remorse were a complex mix. Anna's current willfulness was somewhat detrimental to my plans. "Will I get sick?" Anna's eyelashes trembled, glistening like pearls. “Yes, one should cherish every moment of life.” Even through the hood, I tried to comfort her, as if I were merely a priest awaiting her final confession rather than an executioner about to take her life. Undeniably, Anna's naked appearance was captivating; her body was youthful and alluring, and she was still a virgin, inexperienced in the greatest pleasures of the world. “Do you intend to leave with regrets for heaven?” I tried to tease her, but she refused. “Sir! Do you think I'm that kind of person?” Anna tried to appear a little defiant. We were quite familiar with each other, yet she even called me “Sir”—even though she didn't acknowledge my unrequited love for her, this formal, distant address wounded my incredibly fragile heart. I had lost my mind, and in doing so, I succumbed to the evil within me. The thought that she was no match for me, that I would have no chance with her in the future, was terrifying. I admit that rape is a very low-skill job, and that's exactly what I was doing. She was pinned to the ground, her long, smooth, shiny blonde hair in my hand. My penis had already slipped into her vagina; the obstacle was no longer an obstacle. As she cried out, I completed my first time with her. "Since you're going to die anyway, don't be so distant. I love you, I'll always remember you.""!" I kissed her earlobe, my voice muffled, but she clenched her teeth, ignoring me. Anna was like a puppet, like a dead woman. The bleeding from her ruptured hymen stained my underwear. Her vagina was tight, instinctively resisting the intrusion of a foreign object, but might makes right. The infinite darkness in my heart transformed into power. The peculiar feeling, akin to necrophilia, intoxicated me. I had always fantasized about making love to her, and often imagined sending her to the execution ground to complete her most tragic scene. Now both were about to come true, and I was going crazy. Anna, now a married woman, was frighteningly cold. Her hateful eyes sent chills down my spine. I subdued her with strength far exceeding hers, dressing her in a bra and a sleeveless blouse with a collar and lace trim. Despite her resistance, I put on flesh-colored stockings, which were torn in several places. In the hazy light, patches of snow-white skin accentuated Anna's beautiful legs, making them incredibly alluring. She only quieted down when I put high-heeled sandals on her and tied the straps; she knew her petty, womanly resistance had completely failed. "Showing your toes looks better." I stroked Anna's feet, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately made no further changes. Anna's feet were beautiful, slender and rare in Europe, as petite and delicate as her figure. Without stockings, Anna's feet were like pink crystals, occasionally reflecting soft blue and cyan light. With stockings on, Anna's feet possessed a sexy and breathtaking beauty, the stockings extending to her full, rounded thighs, the sound of the tight straps taut was melodious, like the song of a lark. The skirt's slit was high, and from the side, I could vaguely see Anna's fair and full buttocks. I really hoped it was all a farce; I was almost unable to extricate myself from the pleasure before me. The gloves were made of silk, with lace sewn along the edges, covering her entire forearm; the semi-transparent texture revealed the color of her skin, the color of jade, shimmering and alluring… "Tie your hands first, can we walk to the execution ground?" "I didn't really expect Anna to answer," I said, pulling out a roll of rope and twisting her arms behind her back, tightly binding her fair wrists, accentuated by her semi-transparent lace gloves. Perhaps I used too much force, for she swayed, sweat beading on her face. With one final, tight pull, perhaps the friction caused her to stumble, and I quickly steadied her. She didn't look at me; she seemed to hate me. Well, no love, but hate is enough! There's not much time to waste. If she remembers me in heaven, even if she hates me to the core, I'll still feel immensely happy. The paperwork was all ready; everything that needed her signature was signed. There were about two hours left before the appointed time, but as the executioner, I had the right to postpone or bring forward the deadline by a few hours. I kissed Anna; she didn't object. "Go now," I said. "You're just suffering here." "I asked Anna for her opinion; if she agreed, we could leave immediately. Anna is a very traditional woman, which can be seen from her two names. Even I felt this was increasingly like a farce, and Anna didn't seem like the type to treat a farce as a normal play. 'I want to see my lawyer,' Anna suddenly said to me. I felt a surge of confusion and slight panic, so I didn't agree to Anna's suggestion. 'The death sentence has taken effect; you are now just a female death row inmate. You are no longer protected by law.'" "I told Anna, her eyes sparkling like a shimmering lake of blue. Anna yielded, and under my escort, she left the cell. Her combination of a short-sleeved white shirt and a blue skirt suit was classic and sexy, the ropes tied just right. Watching Anna walk down the street in her stockinged feet and high-heeled sandals, she had the air of a modern woman. Many people watched, but few joined in the fun. After a collective silence, Anna was practically a trophy in Dragon Quest—a beautiful princess, and I was the dragon imprisoning her, waiting for a handsome prince to come and kill me with his sword, and maybe even take a bath in his dragon blood. It's said that that makes you invulnerable, but unfortunately, there's only one Siegfried, and he even has a weakness the size of a leaf! If it were anyone else, even a bath in a whole lake of dragon blood would probably leave a weakness bigger than an iron pot! We both fell silent, and our pace slowed, now looking more and more like a stroll if there were no onlookers. "If we walk slowly, it'll probably take another fifteen minutes." I spoke first, but Anna ignored me. "Shall we talk about something else?" I continued, but Anna still didn't respond. "About the disposal of your body..." Anna's body trembled slightly; I knew she was listening.The two of them fell silent, their pace slowing until it looked more and more like a leisurely stroll, if there were no onlookers. "It'll probably take another fifteen minutes if we walk slowly," I said, but Anna ignored me. "Shall we talk about something else?" I continued, but Anna still didn't respond. "About the disposal of your body..." Anna's body trembled slightly; I knew she was listening.The two of them fell silent, their pace slowing until it looked more and more like a leisurely stroll, if there were no onlookers. "It'll probably take another fifteen minutes if we walk slowly," I said, but Anna ignored me. "Shall we talk about something else?" I continued, but Anna still didn't respond. "About the disposal of your body..." Anna's body trembled slightly; I knew she was listening.
“I used my prize money to buy some very expensive resin, mixed with rosin. I think it can perfectly preserve you for several years. In a few years, I should be able to afford it, and then I’ll get you some even better preservation.” “Do you treat me like a doll?” Anna said, then ignored me. Fine, I’ll take matters into my own hands. The road wasn’t far, and we arrived quickly. Just now, I thought Anna was very calm, and I admired her fearlessness in the face of death. But now, seeing the high gallows and the noose with the hanging knot, Anna’s legs trembled slightly. I supported her; her face paled slightly. I thought she looked even more beautiful then. She really is the one I love most! I secretly pinched her bottom. She was startled, turned to look at me, and rolled her eyes. It was just like a little woman’s coquettishness, and I, loving her, was almost overwhelmed by happiness! Perhaps because of my meddling, Anna momentarily forgot her tension and fear. Dressed like a princess, she walked with the elegance of a model, the heels of her high-heeled sandals clicking softly on the ground. I was captivated, following behind her like a loyal lackey, until she reached the steps of the gallows. Only then did I switch roles and stop her. "What are you doing? Weren't you going up? Didn't you always want to execute me?" I saw a hint of mockery in Anna's eyes, and her sarcasm made my whole body heat up. I'm a pervert, I haven't forgotten. "Anna, you know I don't want to." I tried to find some excuse for myself. "If you want to kill me, then kill me. Anyway, you know that the murderer of Natalie is someone else." Anna said with a cold laugh. She lifted her foot, wanting to climb the stairs, but I grabbed it. "Now I'm going to tie your feet." I was almost controlled by the intense emotions Anna was experiencing after losing her virginity, but the arrow was on the bowstring, and I had to release it. Anna's ankles were graceful, just like her thighs and calves. She was a natural dancer, born more beautiful than others. In front of everyone, I couldn't flirt with her like I did in her cell. This lover, whom I'd secretly admired since school, possessed a stunning figure and face. I pretended to tie the rope, but my right hand was carefully caressing Anna's ankle. The stockings covering it were thin; my fingertips could even feel the skin and bones beneath—truly natural beauty! I sighed inwardly, tightening the rope around it, even more tightly than when tying Anna's wrists. I could hear Anna let out a soft cry; I knew it must hurt. "Alright, my love! You won't feel the pain in a moment!" I felt a chill on my neck. Looking up, I saw Anna's tears streaming down her face and neck, some even dripping directly onto me. A woman is vulnerable when she cries, even without reason, and feels inferior in front of others. When Anna noticed me watching her, she hurriedly tried to wipe her tears, only to find her hands were already bound, causing her great embarrassment. The pent-up frustration in my heart seemed to lessen somewhat. I rummaged in my pocket for a while and found a pack of tissues. I pulled out a few and haphazardly wiped her face. For once, I saw her laugh, a rare sight, at my clumsy movements. At that moment, she didn't seem like a female condemned prisoner about to be executed, but rather like a very likable girl next door.
Unfortunately, this heartwarming moment couldn't continue. Court officials around the gallows impatiently urged us on, and I had no choice but to escort Anna up the stairs. The gap between Anna's feet was very small, making her climb the stairs even more graceful, taking small, delicate steps—truly beautiful and breathtaking. I consciously avoided mentioning anything like "it's all over" to Anna. The gallows wasn't high, and the two of us quickly reached it. I'd spent three days maintaining and repairing this gallows, including replacing the screws on the footplate wrench and carefully oiling it. You could say it was foolproof, barring any unforeseen circumstances. This was 21st-century Germany, not 19th-century Mexico, so naturally there wouldn't be any heroes like Zorro riding white horses with twin pistols, severing the noose to save the beautiful heroine with one shot, and then shooting me, the big bad guy, through the head with another—hero and beauty, how exhilarating! "I'm an incompetent executioner," I stammered again. The hanging knot was supposed to be a slip knot for adjusting the length, but somehow I'd made it a knot that couldn't be tied. For a professional executioner with the title of executioner, such a mistake was almost unforgivable! Anna laughed happily beside me, but I couldn't tell if she was mocking me or amused by my comical antics. “Wait a minute, I’ll get rid of you soon, Anna.” I continued my struggle with the rope, sweating profusely. Anna seemed to enjoy my predicament; only now did she reveal another side of herself. “You’re so stupid. If I were you, you would have already hanged me… Oops… What do you mean, ‘yours’…”
Anna had just shown her embarrassment in front of me, and I did the same to her, so we were even… Perhaps Anna’s idea was a good one! The court officials were already getting impatient. They were there to verify Anna’s execution, and if the execution continued to be delayed, they would be the first to waste their time.
I made a bold decision. I went to untie the rope binding Anna’s wrists. I was quite skilled at untying such ropes; after loosening it, a pull was all it took. I handed the noose to Anna: "Now you're going to dig your own grave." Anna blinked, but her smile was playful: "I won't help you." She seemed very concerned about my actions after embarrassing herself in front of me. My clumsy methods gave her plenty of room to mock me. I suddenly felt that she was hiding her emotions. I had some knowledge of Freud's theories; a mental breakdown in such an extreme environment… I was really worried… Her long hair was a little ruffled by the wind. I brushed it aside and found my hand was damp. Her sweat? She was nervous, I was sure. I felt uneasy for her too. Was she pretending to be relaxed? My mind was in turmoil! Anna seemed to be venting her resentment, her hands deftly tying the noose. After a few turns, a beautiful hanging knot was complete. Her current state made me uneasy. The more unusually lively she appeared, the more abnormal I felt. The blow she had suffered must have been too great. Could I really bear to execute such a girl? "Should I put it around my own neck?" Anna held up the rope loop, playfully gesturing to her neck. I was already stunned by the sight of this fairy-like figure facing certain death, but how could I miss it?
I pulled out my phone, quickly snapped a few photos, and then gestured for her to do as she pleased.
She easily slipped the loop around her beautiful neck, like a beautiful necklace. The loop was made of coarse hemp, very sturdy. I noticed a kind of tragic, almost resolute look on her face, perhaps from the barbs of the rope pricking her delicate skin? I hadn't known about her weight before because I hadn't found the opportunity or reason, but I believed she would prepare herself. Perhaps I truly lack the talent to be an executioner. Facing my beloved, I'd rather mentally avoid the fact of her execution, even if it's just hypothetical... unless I could witness it myself... Anna paused for a moment before taking a deep breath. She tightened the noose above the noose, making the special necklace secure, and she became a real female death row inmate. Looking at her bitter smile, I thought to myself, Anna herself must be quite depressed right now, right? Even if she's being executed, she has to tie the noose herself, put the noose around herself, and then she has to turn the wrench herself? The executioner doesn't carry out the execution, letting the female death row inmate execute herself? How creative, kudos. This is going to be too outrageous. Before Anna could actually do it, I called a halt. "I'm going to tie your hands again." Anna's hands, clad in semi-transparent lace gloves, were beautiful; I couldn't let her use those hands to commit suicide. The wrist-binding felt amazing. I saw Anna so close, her red lips hovering there. I really wanted to kiss her again. But the occasion wasn't right; I didn't dare. The problem seemed solved. Anna tiptoed onto the platform. Her thighs were shapely and firm, her calves long and slender. Her stockings, barely visible above her skirt, disappeared into its soft edges. Her high-heeled sandals seemed about to break on the precarious platform. Anna took a deep breath; now she looked like a murderer. Such beauty... a sudden pang of tenderness welled up inside me... But the moment of glory was fleeting. All farces have only one outcome, whether the process was perfect, flawed, powerless, or humorous, no matter how much I loved Anna, or how much Natalie loved me...
I took a few more photos, capturing Anna's final, classic expressions. I noticed she didn't seem as dejected as she had at the beginning. What was driving her now? I finally pulled the trigger, and the two flaps crashed down with a piercing scream. I never imagined Anna would fear death. Judging from her earlier behavior, I had always thought she was a brave woman… Anna's fall felt like a sandbag, heavy yet slow. First, her beautiful feet in strappy high-heeled sandals disappeared, then her calves in thin stockings, incredibly arousing… her thighs, making my head throb… her slender waist, supple as a snake… The rope tightened. There was no sound of bones breaking, no groans; it was as if everything had fallen silent. Anna must still be alive. Perhaps she needed my help… I quickly ran down to the stage. There, Anna's bound legs were still rubbing against each other. Anna was still so beautiful, her face slightly flushed. I knew she was suffocating. I grabbed her two beautiful legs, the perfect touch sending a surge of excitement through me. This girl, whose virginity I had forcibly taken from her, was such an alluring beauty! Looking up, I could see the two flip-flops, tasked with their mission, swaying leisurely in the air. As I grabbed her legs, Anna instinctively tried desperately to break free, but I held on tightly, pulling her down forcefully. Anna's struggles weakened... I encountered the fiercest counterattack; I was even kicked to the ground... But I knew my first mission was complete. I didn't know exactly how many methods Natalie used to convince the authorities of her suicide plan, but I witnessed the death of the person I loved at my hands. Anna was dead. Her most violent counterattack just now was precisely the moment of brain death, when she completely lost control of her body—violent like a whale, then scattering like a jellyfish, never to move again. I think today might be a valuable experience. Next time, I won't tie a noose again, and I won't maintain an intimate relationship with the prisoner. Otherwise, today's heartache might last until tomorrow. After waiting for ten minutes, I decided to lower Anna. I pried open the hook holding the noose below the gallows, and the noose loosened gently like a decapitated water snake...and fell...her body fell as the noose was released, like cherry blossoms in Nara...falling gracefully...so elegantly...I caught her at the bottom. Perhaps the wind was too strong; Anna's body, though still warm, was already showing signs of cooling. I touched her beautiful neck; it was covered in her saliva. Her breasts were firm and beautiful, her buttocks were shapely and alluring...I secretly touched under her skirt. Anna, this little woman...she definitely lost control of her bladder.
I untied the noose around Anna's neck. Looking up from her collarbone, her neck was still so sexy and charming. She was a very well-behaved girl in life, and even in death, she didn't cause me any trouble.
The noose tightened above her throat, and below it, on her neck, I saw a faint mark. Anna hadn't been cruel to herself; her appearance was perfect. If it were me, clumsy as I was, the knot I tied would have caused Anna immense pain—and even in death, her neck would have been a gruesome mess, diminishing her allure. I was grateful for her understanding, and for remembering me, the one who would take her life. Looking at her expression of relief and her face, as exquisitely beautiful as in life, I thought of Anna's voice and smile. For some reason, I found that her appearance before me now aroused my lust even more. I felt hot, so I had to resist looking at her from the neck up. Following Anna's chest down, I noticed her lace blouse had rolled up from the struggle, revealing her adorable little navel, oval-shaped and incredibly beautiful. I suppressed my impulse, pretending not to notice the blatant temptation. I reached out and pinched the lace trim at the edge, pulling down her slightly disheveled shirt to cover her lower abdomen. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. The stockings on her legs and the high-heeled sandals on her feet had a far greater impact on me than before. Anna's legs already had soft curves, but with the stockings and high-heeled sandals, she was even more beautiful! Her numb body seemed to know how to please me better than when she was alive. I almost lost my mind, but thankfully, a sliver of clarity remained. At that moment, I desperately used guilt and grief to temporarily wash away the impulse and love that occupied my heart. I hoisted her still incredibly beautiful body; I needed to move her… At that moment… my hand slid down to her crotch again. The fluid there was cool, and I could faintly smell a sweet, fishy odor. I needed to suppress my desire even more… I was so glad to have met her on my first day in Germany, and as I was about to leave, she gave me a farewell gift with herself. Of course… there was also Natalie… Now I need to buy resin. I ordered it with my own savings, and I'll pay her back once I receive the payment. I love you! Anna! I once loved you more than I loved myself! I felt the lingering warmth and fragrance of her body as I walked further and further away, leaving a long shadow behind me, refracting, bending, and disappearing… Anna, I will cherish you for all eternity, do you hear me? (The End) [Last edited by Wu Ye] Recent rating record:
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