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Other Forms Of Execution
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SirMGBZ
Governor
And his answer was, “All that matters is that you know how to die from this.”
...but his majesty has other ideas for the woman. The sword will thrust through her belly, keeping her her pretty head and neck pristine as she suffers the throes of death...
captivecuties
Senator
What some will do to preserve their virginity!Well, if the young virgin is bravely offering her throat, she might be hoping he'll thrust something other than his sword down it!
thecuriousone
Tribune
I had tome to make a story of that....
The holiday
Chapter 1: The Journey to Escape
The decision to visit Antalya had been Kara’s idea, a spur-of-the-moment suggestion over drinks one dreary Saturday evening in London. “Just picture it,” she’d said,her hands sketching an invisible canvas. “Turquoise water. Endless sunshine. A break from... all of this.” Her enthusiasm was contagious. By the time Lila chimed in with her own tales of Turkish bazaars and beaches,I was sold.
Months later, as the plane descended over the sparkling coastline, I realized how desperately I needed this. Work had consumed me, my days a monotonous blur of deadlines and emails. Even mydreams had begun to take on the sterile, fluorescent glow of my office. Antalya promised an antidote: freedom, adventure, something real.
The resort was everything we’d hoped for. Perched on a cliff overlooking the Mediterranean, it offered a view so stunning it felt surreal. Palm trees swayed lazily in the breeze, theirshadows dancing on the infinity pool. Inside, the decor was modern yet warm, with soft lighting and plush furniture that seemed to invite you to sink in and forget the world.
Kara wasted no time making friends with the bartenders and staff, her vivacious energy drawing people to her like moths to a flame. Lila, quieter but no less charming, kept a notebook tuckedunder her arm, sketching everything from the intricate tilework to the colorful local flora. And me? I tried to soak it all in. The sun on my skin, the salty breeze, the sound of waves lapping against the rocks below.
But something gnawed at the edges of my contentment. A restlessness I couldn’t shake. Kara and Lila noticed, of course. They always did.
“You’re in your head too much, Sophie,” Kara said one evening as we sat on the balcony, the sky awash with the pink and gold hues of sunset. “You need to let go. Havesome fun for once.”
“I’m having fun,” I protested, though even I didn’t believe it.
“You know what she needs?” Lila said, her eyes glinting mischievously. “An adventure.”
And so, besides the relaxing swimming followed by a night of alcohol-drenched clubbing, the speedboat idea was born.
Chapter 2: The Open Sea
The next morning, after we woke up from a good night partying, we missed Kara. After some texting she revealed that she was with a lover, and would be back in one hour. She sent pics of thehunk, and all of us were jealours. Once she was back, and we finished interrogating her about his performance in bed, we left the resort and rented a sleek white speedboat from a local marina. It wasn’t cheap, but Kara’spersuasive charm got us a deal. “Just think of the views,” she’d said as we signed the paperwork. “And the freedom! No tour groups, no schedules, just us and the open water.”
At first, it was magical. The powerful engine roared to life, and we sped across the waves, the wind whipping our hair and the sun glinting off the sea. Kara took the wheel, her laughter echoingover the water as she pushed the throttle, steering further and further away from the coastline. Lila leaned over the side, snapping pictures of the coastline and the group of dolphins that surfaced to greet us.
I sat in the back, letting the spray cool my face. The freedom Kara had promised was intoxicating. No meetings, no obligations—just endless blue stretching out before us. For the firsttime in months, I felt a glimmer of something like peace.
Once far away from everything we stopped the motor and let the boat drift, spending hours swimming and naked sunbathing on the white deck while enjoying the drinks and snacks that we brought.The water was so clear it felt like floating in liquid glass. We laughed, we drank, we basked in the sun’s warmth.
By late afternoon, the shadows began to lengthen, and we decided to head back. Kara started the engine, but instead of the familiar roar, there was only a sputter. She frowned, trying again.Nothing.
“Probably just flooded it,” she said, though her voice wavered slightly. She tried a few more times, each attempt more futile than the last.
“Let me take a look,” I said, though I had no idea what I was doing. The engine compartment was hot and smelled faintly of gasoline. I poked around, searching for something obviouslyout of place, but without any mechanical knowledge, I was doomed to find nothing. We all tried our phones, but we were just too far from the shore. None of us had signal.
The realization crept over us slowly, like the tide coming in. We were adrift.
Chapter 3: The Stranger’s Boat
Kara tried to keep things light, joking about how this would make a great story to tell later. Lila joined in, her laughter a little too forced. But the humor faded as the hours stretched onand the sun dipped lower in the sky.
“I’m sure someone will come by,” Kara said, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of doubt.
She was right, in a way. Just as the horizon turned gold, a speck appeared in the distance. It grew larger, the hum of an approaching engine breaking the silence. Relief washed over us as wewaved frantically, signaling the boat.
It was a wooden fishingboat, sturdy but old and battered. There were six men aboard, their faces shadowed under the brims of worn caps. They pulled up alongside us, their expressions unreadable.
“Thank God,” Kara said, her voice high with nervous laughter. “We’ve been stuck here for hours.”
One of the men stepped forward, his eyes scanning us with an intensity that made my stomach twist. He said something in Arabic, not Turkish, his tone sharp. Another man, taller and heavier,responded, his voice low and guttural.
I didn’t understand the words, but the meaning was clear. This wasn’t a rescue.
The men moved quickly, their actions cold and efficient. One grabbed Kara’s arm, his grip like iron. She screamed, trying to twist away, but he shoved her down, pinning her against thedeck. Lila froze, her face pale, until another man yanked her forward, binding her wrists with cable ties.
I tried to run, but the boat was too small. A rough hand caught my arm, pulling me back. I kicked and struggled, but it was no use. The man’s grip tightened, and I felt the sharp biteof plastic ties around my wrists.
They didn’t speak to us, didn’t explain. One by one, they ripped our clothes off and pushed us down onto the deck. Then each of them took one of us, raping us mercilessly. I screamed,to no avail. It hurt terribly, being intruded against my will. But the humiliation was much worse. Next to me was Lila being pounded by a smelling man with his frontal teeth missing. Her expression showed pure terror. Whenthe first three were finished, their friends laid themselves on us and the ordeal continued. It took maybe only thirty minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Once all of them were spent, they forced us to kneel, their movementsmechanical and practiced. They all covered their faces with scarfs in palestinian style. Another man pulled out a camera, filming as they worked. The lens felt like a weapon, a cold, unblinking eye recording our fear. Then,in broken english, their leader spoke. “This is a warning for all the infidels that support America and Israel. We will wipe you from the earth We will kill you. We will kill your women and children! We will continuekilling you until there is only Muslins left. Allahu Akhbar!!!”
With that said, he shouted a command to his comrades.
Chapter 4: The Weight of Water
The sacks appeared in their hands. Heavy, scratchy fabric that smelled of oil and salt. They pulled them over our heads, plunging us into darkness. The world shrankto the sound of my own ragged breathing, the scratch of the fabric against my face. I fought and struggled, but they continued pushing until they had our feet inside, and the sacks were sealed.One of the men barked something in Arabic, his tone sharp and impatient. I felt the shove before I registered the words, a hard, unyielding force between my shoulder blades. My balance gave way, and the worldtilted violently. For a brief, disorienting moment, I was weightless, suspended in the void.
Then I hit the water.
The cold was a shock, sharp and all-encompassing. It slammed into me, stealing the breath from my lungs. The sack, now waterlogged, clung to my face and body like a second skin, its weightdragging me down. My hair floated around me in dark tendrils, caught in the currents as I sank.
Panic surged through me, primal and uncontrollable. My legs kicked out instinctively, trying to propel me back to the surface, but it was useless. The fabric wrapped around my legs like a shroud,resisting every movement. My lungs screamed for air as I twisted and writhed, the saltwater seeping through the sack and stinging my eyes and nose.
Somehow I succeeded in forcing my foot out of the bag. But it led to nothing. I was still trapped in the sack, without chance to swim.
The sounds of the world above—shouts, splashes, the hum of the boat’s engine—faded quickly, replaced by the eerie silence of the sea. The only sounds now were the rapid thudof my heartbeat in my ears and the muffled roar of the water pressing in from all sides.
I tried to scream, but the water swallowed the sound before it could leave my throat. My chest convulsed as I fought to hold my breath, the instinct to survive clashing with the unbearableurge to inhale. My mind raced with fragments of thought—my parents’ faces, Kara’s laughter, the way the sunlight had sparkled on the water just hours earlier. It all felt so distant now, like another lifetime.
The deeper I sank, the heavier the water became, pressing against my body, filling every crevice of the sack. My movements slowed as exhaustion set in, my muscles burning from the effort offighting against the inevitable. The sack, once a nuisance, now felt like a prison, its fabric clinging to my skin and cutting me off from the world above.
I tilted my head upward, straining to catch a glimpse of light through the fabric. There was nothing. Just darkness. My chest heaved involuntarily, my body betraying me as it tried to drawin air that wasn’t there. Saltwater rushed into my mouth and nose, burning my throat and filling my lungs.
The pain was sharp at first, a searing, all-consuming fire that spread through my chest. Then it dulled, giving way to a strange numbness. My limbs grew heavy, the fight draining out of mewith each passing second. I thought of Kara and Lila, of their screams and sobs as they’d been dragged toward the edge. Were they still above, still fighting? Or had they joined me in the depths?
The world around me blurred, the water folding in on itself until it felt like there was no up or down, no beginning or end. The sensations of the physical world faded, replaced by a strangeclarity. My thoughts slowed, each one heavy and deliberate, as if my mind was sorting through them, deciding which were worth holding onto.
Images flashed before me in rapid succession: the villa’s balcony bathed in golden light, the way Kara had thrown her head back laughing at dinner, the feel of warm sand beneath my toes.They seemed so insignificant now, fleeting moments in a life that had passed too quickly.
I thought about my parents. I pictured my mother in the kitchen, humming as she prepared tea, and my father reading the newspaper in his favorite armchair. I thought about how I’d promisedto call them when I got back from the trip, how I’d promised them I’d be safe.
I thought about the future I’d never have, the places I’d never see, the words I’d never say. Regret settled over me, heavy and cold, sinking with me into the abyss.
Just as the darkness began to close in completely, I felt something—a flicker of warmth, faint and distant. At first, I thought it was my imagination, a cruel trick of the mind in myfinal moments. But it grew stronger, wrapping around me like a lifeline.
The warmth was followed by light—bright and golden, piercing through the fabric of the sack. It was impossible, and yet it was there, cutting through the shadows and filling me with astrange, inexplicable hope.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The pressure disappeared, the water dissolved, and I was descending into darkness forever…
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Might have helped to have given her a weapon!
GeorgeL
Senator
By no means!! she could have hurt him!
DavidGarratt
Onlooker
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DavidGarratt
Onlooker
Boys meet Firing Squad
SirMGBZ
Governor
Only if they wanted it to be a fight, rather than an execution. ;-)