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      I entered school the day after the exams, worried sick about the test results. It had been a few years since the government introduced a mandated bill that would “ensure the advancement of society by our brightest and most successful students”. It’s a fancy way of saying giving us a series of exams that if we fail, we’re taken out of the system, executed to put it bluntly. We call them the “Hanging Exams”, sort of a morbid tribute to the first set of those who were victims of this new policy. It was my first year at the advanced placement school, and I remember watching each of the fateful nine hang that day. Most of them gave a good struggle until the end, and I can’t say I didn’t take a couple of photos for the hell of it. But the photos were more of dark curiosity rather than for sexual use later on. Gotta admit though, a few of the girls were pretty cute, but anyways that gave me the motivation to not shirk off my classes and for three years straight I was in the top percentage of my class. However, those past thoughts and influence didn’t give me any confidence today. About two months ago I got into an “accident” during gymnastics class, in which my spotter and base “forgot” to catch me and I ended up with a busted leg and arm. Assholes were jealous of my academic achievements and decided to take revenge, and that revenge just so happened to make me miss out on a good month of lessons. Those lessons were ones that showed up on the exams quite often, so I knew I was screwed taking them. Never-the-less, I went to school anyways, hoping for a miracle that I’d somehow passed. Everyone was crowded around the main lobby, silently praying that they’d gotten a passing grade. Eventually the bell dinged, signaling everyone to get to class and see their fate. I came in about a minute late as my leg’s still healing, but no one really paid any attention. Albeit I’m not on crutches, but it’s not as easy as one might think to walk in a cast and shoe. I sat down at my seat, and watched as the teacher entered class with an envelope.

      “This year’s list is shorter than last year’s record 21 people, guess that gave you all an incentive to put forth the effort to pass” the teacher said, as he started reading off the list. “Lindsey, Megan… Heh, just like your older sister… Michelle, Emily, Jenna… go figure… Mary, Delaney, the Rachel W to the left of me, Samantha, Sarah, and finally Ivanna.”

      As I heard the name Rachel, my chest knotted up for a moment, but as the direction indicator was said, I immediately slunk back into my seat, relief washing over me. As if on cue, 11 soldiers entered the room and stood behind the students that failed. Each of them were in a mixed state of panic, sorrow, and confusion. Megan started bawling her eyes out. Poor little thing… but all the crying in the world wouldn’t save you from death. Jenna tried making a break for it, but a soldier promptly caught her and put her in a headlock. Ignoring the soldier’s threats to stop struggling, Jenna tried to kick the soldier in the shins, to which the soldier effortlessly snapped her neck, and her body dropped to the floor quivering slightly. No one really batted an eye, Jenna was a bit of a prick. Seeing that made the others stop floundering about, except Mary and Delaney, who gave each other one last meaningful hug. The solders each took out a roll of white tape and began to bind each of the girls.

      “Hands to back, left wrist to right elbow and then right wrist to left elbow, and then tape over their boobs” I said in my head, remembering the taping procedure from years past. Each of them were lead outside the classroom, and after they left the teacher gave each of us a proud handshake and congratulations.

      Stepping outside the classroom with an overwhelming relief, I pull out my phone to call my parents and tell them the good news when a random first year comes up to me.

      “Uhhh Ms… Can you help me jump my car? My friend and I don’t know how.” the girl asks me with pleading eyes.

      “Yeah, I kinda know. Show me to your car, I’ll help” I say, and follow her to the parking lot.

      Approaching a white compact and a blue jeep, I go to the hood of the white compact and lift it up to attach the jumper cables. However, I hear a rustle coming from behind me and turn around to see a needle go straight into the side of my arm. I let out a terrified scream and step back, feeling my body go numb as I do so. After a few seconds of staggering, I fall to the ground in a heap, still conscious, but having no control of my body. Waiting a couple seconds, the two girls pick me up and casually throw me into the backseat of the white vehicle. A short drive later, I’m unloaded at the back of the school, far away from anyone who’d be able to help me. I can barely focus my eyes, but I can tell that there are more than the two girls in my immediate vicinity. I then hear someone in heels approach and feel a firm grip on my cheeks as my head is turned about, to which I look upwards and see a familiar face from earlier.

      “Yep, she’s the one, and minimal damages. Good work girls, next time don’t get caught cheating.” the other Rachel from class says, and hands the two girls some signed test papers.

      “So Rachel, betcha you’re surprised I’m not all tied up huh? Well sweet tits, having my mother work for the government has some pull, which just so happens to have the soldiers turn a blind eye on a few features.” She says as she leans in closer to my paralyzed face.

      “See, mommy can’t bear to see her precious princess dance on the end of a noose, so she asked a few people to switch around the names of those who’re supervising the preparations. Luckily, these gentlemen you see are on my mom’s payroll, so I have them at my fingertips.” Snapping her fingers, I’m then roughly picked up off the floor by a couple of soldiers and strapped into a chair, which causes me to wince in pain as the straps are tightened against my skin.

      “Don’t worry though, the government will have a Rachel hanged, just not the one they suspect. Make the dance nice and sexy ok sweetie? I need new material for my video collection, make sure to show me that pretty little slit of yours too while you squirm. Love ya cutie.” The other Rachel says, as she kisses me on the lips and turns to leave. Before she goes, she motions to what I assume to the guard’s captain and slips him a few hundred dollars

      “Just like me, but rough her up. I want her in tears cause the bitch curved the Bio test so I failed it. She apparently didn’t learn her lesson with the gym team I hired. Idiots were supposed to have her fall higher up, but oh well. Her leg and arm are still healing, so there’s your leverage. Also, in the report, just say that I got a bit rebellious and during the attempts to subdue me, you broke a few bones. Thanks.” As I hear the footsteps fade away, I can feel sensation in my body return, and am able to move my head back and forth. But before I can say a word of protest, a soldier forcefully stuffs a gag inside of my mouth. Then, I hear a harsh buzzing noise start up and feel vibrations against my injured leg and arm, and look to see that someone is cutting off the casts I’m wearing. Looking to my left, I see a new person wearing a lab coat bringing over what appears to be a cosmetic kit. Just then I feel a sharp stab in my arm, and feel that I’ve lost control over my body once again.

      “Don’t want you squirming around too much, might fuck up the disguise application and piss off the lab guy. You’ll still feel everything though, especially THIS!” a soldier says, and at that moment he presses down hard on my bad ankle, newly freed from its protective fiberglass cast. Letting out a gurgled scream, my ankle feels like glass shattered inside of my skin, as the pain causes my vision to flicker and tears to stream into my eyes. Roughly wiping the tears aside, the lab guy starts spreading a cold gooey material across my face. I can feel it sticking to my skin, accompanied by a slight burning sensation. Unfortunately, I have little time to ponder that, as I feel my busted arm being freed as well, and promptly twisted around. Gargling in agony, I try to move away but still have no control of myself. All I can do is sit in the chair in agony as the soldier roughly thrashes my injured limbs around and the lab guy plays make-up artist on me. Letting out another gargled scream, I feel my ankle jerked to the side and hear a loud snap along with what feels like a piercing inferno erupting from within my skin. Seeing the soldier pull away from my leg, all’s I can do to alleviate the pain is let out another gargle.

      “Hear that? She wants another one!” the soldier says, and bends my ankle the other way. Just as I think things couldn’t get any worse, I feel him grasp my arm and bend it backwards with another sickening crunch. Gritting my teeth as hard as I can, I feel my head go as if it I was in air and then darkness envelops my vision as I pass out for second. Unfortunately I’m slapped awake by the soldier, as he continues on with his torture of my now re-broken limbs, and I sit silently in the chair and take it.

      After what seems like an eternity of sticky face goo and man-handling my injured limbs, the soldier and lab guy step back to pull up a full body mirror in front of me. From what I can see through the tears, I notice that I look almost exactly like the other Rachel, aside from some body shapes and the now horribly discolored and swollen leg and arm.

      “Gotta say mate, this is your finest job yet. Hope the twists didn’t mess you’re work up too much huh?” the soldier says, as he gives the lab guy a pat on the back.

      “Naw, this one was cooperative this time. Didn’t even have to bag her” the lab tech says, as he reach into a duffel bag and pulls out a strip of cloth. “Well, still a couple finishing touches, gotta put her back together” He moves the mirror away and starts to slide the cloth over my bad ankle. As I feel the cloth slide over, my leg involuntarily kicks up into his groin, which if my ankle hadn’t have been re-broken, would have been hilarious. As the both of us cuss and scream in pain, I can feel that I’ve regained some control over my body. The lab tech goes to get up off the floor, he comes close enough for me to aim a nice boot to the head on him with my good leg. I see him sprawl across the floor for a second or two.

      “Ha, shuck it asch-hole!” I shout out, slightly slurring my words through the gag. I see him get up off the floor, with a dazed fury in his eyes.

      “Well, I spoke a bit too soon. Gimme the bag, this little shit is gonna regret that kick.” The lab tech says, and I see the soldier give him a large plastic bag. He approaches behind my headrest as the soldier straps down my legs and arms to the chair. Hearing a crinkle of noise behind me I try to turn my head to see what’s happening, but before I can do so, I feel a leather strap tighten around my neck and my airway partially shut.

      “Hurrgnh…” I groan out, as the sudden pressure on my windpipe makes me jump a bit. As the soldier gives my leg straps a painful tug, I see the plastic bag go over my head and close around my neck with the leather strap.

      “Suck on this bitch!” I hear the lab tech say, as the air inside the bag becomes stale immediately, and I start to squirm around the chair as my air supply dwindles further. Trying desperately to slow my breathing, I feel the inside of my chest start to slightly burn and the tips of my fingers and toes go cold.

      “Oh shit… oh shit, oh shit!” I think to myself, and begin to kick my good leg and arm against the chair straps, panicking further. Seeing the lab tech and soldier stand over me, the burn in my chest becomes stronger and more painful, and my legs have developed a tingling sensation.

      “Come one… just cast the bitch already, I wanna go home” the soldier says, clearly bored.

      “Not yet, I gotta give her a taste of what’s to come” the lab tech responds, as I feel my strength ebb from my body. The air in the bag is extremely dense and heavy, and no matter how deep a breath I take, the burn in my chest doesn’t stop. The lab tech moves to my head rest again, but instead of him removing the bag from my head, I feel the leather strap around my neck tighten completely, shutting off my airway as I let out a small gargle.

      “Now let’s see you kick me you slut” he says as he wipes blood off his lips and punches me really hard in the gut. The force of the punch causes me to cough a bit, hastening the loss of sensation in myself further, and I feel my head start to pound in unison with my heart. I know that I’m asphyxiating, but I can do little to free myself due to the chair straps and my new injuries. The strap around my neck pinches against my skin, but it’s a minor discomfort compared to the inferno within my chest. My limbs have mostly gone numb, and I can visibly see that my fingers and toes are a light purple color from lack of oxygen. Just as my head bobs to the side and black spots appear in my vision, I feel the tension around my neck go away, and the fresh cold air splash against my face as the bag is removed. Immediately I take the biggest breath of air I can manage and cough a few times, but repeat the process until I feel sensation back in my body and the burning gone from my chest.

      “Now… have you learned your lesson? Or do I gotta repeat myself?” The lab tech asks from behind me, readying the bag once again.

      “Nerhhh! Nerghnn!” I yell out through the gag, not wanting that experience again in the slightest.

      “Good, now sit still while I cast your leg and arm.”

      The next half hour is just the lab tech re-applying a cast on my leg and arm. Similar length to the original ones I wore to school this morning, they’re only difference being the color. As I feel the warmth of the fiberglass setting, I hear the clack clack of heels, and see the other Rachel return.

      “Nice job boys, looks like me just not as pretty. Damn, looks like you had to give her the plastic huh?” she says, sucking on a lollipop and gripping my face, checking out the work done. Through the mirror I can see the resemblance between myself and her, but can still pick out a few differences. Nodding with approval, the other Rachel throws my head back into the headrest and goes down to where my legs are.

      “Gotta say sugar, you turn me on something fierce wearing those casts. I’m gonna get a lot of pleasure from the videos I get of you.” She then kisses one of my toes, and gives my casted ankle a sharp kick, causing me to squeal in pain.

      “Chop chop lads, execution begins soon.” she says, and leaves the room.

      As she leaves I feel the straps of the chair being removed, and a short while after I’m once again being ungraciously dragged across the floor and thrown into an unmarked vehicle. I’m then driven to the building behind where the gallows are set up, and taken inside. I see all the other girls already there, still taped up and in a mixed state of panic and dismay, but now with gags in their mouths. The soldier goes over to the guard captain, and gives him a stack of papers. Reading through it, the captain then approaches me and looks me over.

      “Jeez Rachel… Couldn’t have made it easier on your mom’s workers huh?” He says and motions to another soldier, who takes out a roll of tape. Just as he did with the other girls earlier, he tapes my hands to my back, left wrist to right elbow and vica versa for my right wrist, fumbling slightly due to the cast I have on my arm. He then puts a large strand of tape over my breasts and completely tapes my arms to my back. One last piece of tape goes over my mouth, and I realize that the piece of tape is the last thing that’ll ever be put on me. I try to move my arms at all but I’m unable to in the slightest, and unfortunately that small attempt causes my arm and leg to throb at the same time, and I double over onto the ground in pain.

      “Get up you slut, you shouldn’t have been an idiot and made the guard break you. Now we’re gonna make you walk up the gallows instead of being carried up” the captain says, as he and the other guards push all of us onto a series of carts. As the other girls and I sit in the carts, we exchange looks to one another, knowing that this will be the last time we sit together as classmates before our untimely death. I try to keep myself calm, but a couple of tears come to my eyes as I begin to slowly realize that I’m about to die. I can feel the rope around my neck already, and think back to the leather strap and how it felt around my neck. These thoughts make me even more panicked, but as I start to cry slightly, I feel a sharp rap on my back from the slap of a soldier.

      “Enough of that” he angrily says, as the cart stops in front of the gallows. “Well… This is it…” I think to myself, as we’re all unloaded from the cart and proceed up onto the main platform. True to his word, I’m forced to walk on my broken leg. With each step, I feel the shattered bones in my ankle move around, and I wince and limp heavily with each step. I’m dripping with sweat and my head feels like clouds by the time I reach the top, but I still have to walk over to the 11 chairs set out for us to sit on. After a monumental effort I finally make it to my chair and I sink down into is with a heavy grunt, my leg and arm now throbbing and screaming at me.

      “Attention all students, the standardized executions will now commence.” A voice booms over a microphone, gathering a large crowd of students in front of the gallows. I can see some familiar faces in the crowd, but the extreme pain in my leg and arm causes my vision to blink in and out.

      “This year eleven students failed the examinations. Those students are: Lindsey, Megan, Emily, Michelle, Mary, Delaney, Rachel, Samantha, Sarah, and Ivanna. One of the eleven, Jenna, has already been executed due to disorderly conduct. All of whom have failed to prove they can be valuable assets to our society, and will be hung by the neck until dead. If any of you want to say anything before we begin the executions, now is the time.” Silence. No one says a word, it’s so quiet that I can hear the beating hearts of Delaney and Ivanna. Ten soldiers come up behind us all, and tape our ankles and legs together. In my case, the soldier doesn’t bother to tape my legs, as he sees my leg cast and decides not to.

      “In that case, we’ll begin the executions. Earning the lowest score: Emily, soldiers bring her forth!” Two soldiers come up behind the trembling girl, and half drag-half carry her up to her personal noose. I hear a bit of whispering between the soldiers and Emily, but can’t tell exactly what they say. The soldiers then put the noose over her neck, draw it tight, puts a blindfold over her eyes, and one of them flips the switch to activate the machine that will bring about her demise. The rope creaks from tension, and I can hear a faint gurgling sound as Emily slowly suffocates. The crowd remains relatively silent, but I can hear a few photos being taken. After a few minutes, I hear the clatter of urine on wood as her muscles finally relax, and know that Emily has died.

      “Oh god… its happening…” I think to myself, feeling my own anxiety and fear start to grow within myself. I know I can’t make any escape attempt, even without a broken leg. There are too many guards, all of whom would shoot me on sight if I tried to run for it.

      “Next up is, Lindsey” She defiantly walks up and I quickly hear a platform drop as well as the sound of rope snapping taunt, along with a grisly crack.

      “Oh my, it looks like Lindsey’s neck was broken from the fall, looks like she had an easy passing” the voice says, as I hear the soldiers prepare another noose.

      “Maybe my neck with break… I should choose to have the platform drop…” I think to myself, slowly coming to reality about my fate. Mary and Delaney decide to die together, it being their last act as a couple.s After a solemn kiss, their platforms are dropped beneath their feet, and I hear the both of them choke and sputter at the end of their nooses. Mary goes first, I know because I see her clenched toes suddenly relax and see yellow liquid drip off of them. Delaney soon follows, and her white socks turn dark with urine. Even in death, the couple looks incredibly cute.

      “Michelle”

      A scared cry turns to rage, as I see Michelle make a jump for the edge of the platform in an escape attempt, but one of the soldiers is there to intercept her advance. Instead of dragging her up to the gallows, the soldier takes off his belt and wraps it around her neck. Struggling against the soldier, I see the fear in Michelle’s eyes as the belt tightens, and her struggle to get loose turns into death spasms after a short while.

      “Megan”

      Three minutes of agonizing grunts, moans, and various whispers goes by until I finally hear Megan release her bladder onto the wooden floor. Sarah’s execution goes by a little weird, as she explicitly stated that she wants to due by a garrote. Sitting down on a bench with a post behind it, I see a metal plate go in front of her neck and her legs be fastened down onto the bench. The soldier then turns a crank, which tightens the metal plate slowly around her windpipe until she goes blue in the face. After ten long minutes of seeing her legs kick up and down, Sarah’s eyes roll into the back of her head, and I catch a glimpse of her panties, now soaked with urine.

      “Heh… So she did shave…” I morbidly laugh to myself. Ivanna’s execution doesn’t take as long as her neck breaks as well, although her corpse twitches for a good couple minutes. Samantha went in the least dignified manner, as when the soldiers put the noose over her neck, she began bawling her eyes out hysterically. Only when the noose closed up her throat did she stop bawling, although she kept crying from what I assume to be pain. Three minutes later, Samantha passes too, her athletic frame swaying in the wind.

      “Oh shit… It’s my turn…” I think to myself, as I feel my limbs go cold and heavy. “And last but not least, Rachel. My my, not even her mother’s position in our government could save her…” the voice says, as two soldiers guide me to the noose. I soon remember the pain in my leg, as each step I take causes my eyes to fill with tears, and me to bite down hard on the gag.

      “Seem’s Rachel caused a bit of trouble with the guards, and for her troubles they gave her a broken arm and leg.” The voice iterates, as I stand atop the gallows, hunched over in pain. I try to give my arms a last strength boost, to hopefully break the tape and escape, but only pain greets me. I feel the noose go over my neck, surprisingly soft but thick. I look out into the crowd, looking at my classmates for one last time. In the middle of the pack, I spot the familiar face of the other Rachel, who is holding a high-tech camcorder. Knowing that I spotted her, she blows me a kiss and then shoves her free hand down her skirt.

      “Oh great… she’s gonna get off to my death…” I think to myself with a grumble. One of the guards takes my gag out and asks me

      “Which way to you want to go? Garrotte, hoist, or drop?” Mustering all the courage I can, I feebly say “D-drop… p-p-please….”

      I hear one soldier take out the cloth blindfold, and as I feel the softness against my eyes, I close them for what is possibly the last time I see everything I’ve come to know. I hear the soldiers leave the platform, and as I stand there with a slight wind to my back, time slows to an almost stop. I feel the soft noose against my neck, surprisingly comfortable despite its purpose. I feel the cool breeze that’s blowing up my skirt, giving the front row audience a peek at my womanhood. I feel the soft padding of the casts against my leg and arm, and wish I could have more time to feel the casts, but I soon hear the voice boom into the microphone

      “Students, it seems that Rachel has requested that she be hoisted in the air for your final execution of this year.” Hearing hoisted, my eyes spring open underneath the blindfold, and I shriek out “No” as loud as I possibly can. However, the gag prevents any audible noise from escaping my mouth, and I feel the noose grow tight against my neck.

      Before I know it, I’m swinging in the air, suspended by my now closed windpipe and throat. For a moment I don’t feel the noose around my neck, but the soon sharp pain makes me realize that I’m actually hanging. “Don’t panic… you’ll go unconscious from lack of oxygen soon…” I say to myself, as I feel my neck start hurt. In a sudden moment, a rush of intense and agonizing pain courses through my body. My neck feels like someone snapped it in two, which would actually have quickened my death had I have been given the drop option, but that thought it futile. I struggle as hard as I can, my legs kicking violently as my air rapidly depletes itself in my body. My broken leg involuntarily thrashing around causes my shattered bones to bring about more pain, and my broken arm pulling against itself causes the same sensations. My chest starts to burn like a fire, as my lungs scream for oxygen. I can’t tell which hurts worse: my leg, my arm, my neck, or my chest. A few seconds pass, and my lungs are an inferno, as I involuntarily let out a series of groans. My hips thrash about like an unbroken horse, which causes the weight of my leg cast to pull me down further into the noose’s grasp.

      My eyes are watering, but the tears are soaked up by the blindfold. The casts I’m wearing are actually weighing me down further, causing the noose to sink into my neck more, and I let out a pitiful whimper. I know it’s the end for me, and no matter how hard I struggle I cannot break free. With every kick I give, I feel my strength leave my body, and the pain in my chest becomes more and more intense. I soon lose feeling in my toes and fingers, no longer being able to feel the soft padding of the cast against my toes. Another kick causes my leg and arm to spring up in pain again, sending my body into overdrive which wastes more precious oxygen. My head is throbbing beyond my skull and my chest is a raging hellfire, yet my limbs have gone cold and heavy. My kicks ebb in strength, and my thrashing slows pace. I can tell that I’m fading as I feel a growing pressure in my bladder, and my kicks have now become pitiful squirms.

      My vision grows a dark spot around the edges and I try to take a breath of air, only to make a horrid rasping gurgle noise. My kicks have slowed down to feeble spasms, and the sensation of pain in my leg and arm have faded. In a flash of pain, I feel the softness of the padding once again and feel a warmth grow inside of my crotch.

      “Shit… am I actually turned on by these things?” I think to myself, but that warmth soon turns to wetness, as I feel my bladder open itself to the world and urine start to trickle down my legs. Feeling my now wet panties cling to my womanhood, I deeply regretted dressing up for today, as I know that I’m giving the audience a clear view of my vagina. I know the end is near as I can feel my head to light as a feather, and my face feels flush with de-oxygenated blood. My lungs are on the brink of bursting, and my chest feels like it’ll burst into flames at any moment. I can feel that my lips are now a deathly shade of purple, and my eyeballs bursting to take flight out of their sockets.

      My arm and leg throb in pain in unison, and I feel my back involuntarily arch itself backwards. I feel the heel of my good foot touch my butt, the edge of my cast scrape against my womanhood. I hold the position for five seconds then immediately relax in a slump. With that relaxation, my bladder completely opens up, warm liquid gushing against my legs. I then feel an overwhelming cold overtake me, as the last bit of life begins to leave my body. As a parting gift, I feel my body twitch and spasm one last time, as I posthumously cum in my panties. “Heh… didn’t…know… I was…into this….stuff” I say in my mind, and finally succumb to the noose’s embrace.

      The crowd gasps in horror, as the Rachel they thought was hanging turned out to be the wrong one. A face mask falls off the dead Rachel’s face, revealing that the one strung up on the noose is actually the Rachel who got into a gymnastics accident a couple months ago. Everyone looks frantically around for the other Rachel, some of whom claim that they saw her in the crowd moments ago. The lifeless body of the wrong Rachel twitches on the end of the noose next to her classmates, urine dripping off of her shoe and exposed toes, as her broken and dead body swings. A collective murmur stirs through the crowd and government officials, as they too begin to realize that the wrong Rachel has been executed. Off in the distance a squeal of tires is heard, and the other Rachel watches the video of her doppelganger thrash and squirm on the gallows. Her hand goes into her panties, as she thoroughly enjoys the video as her car is driven off by a chauffeur to parts unknown.
A direct sequel to :iconabused-toy: "Hanging Exams" short story, but with a splash of my influences added in. I asked her if I could write up a sequel, and she said I could, so here's the finished product.

Author's note: this story contains suggestive themes such as hanging, bone breaking, gags, and tape bondage. Reader discretion is advised. If you like it, have any suggestions for future content, or spot an error, feel free to let me know in the comments. Enjoy!

Influences:
:iconabused-toy:
:iconsologeek:
:iconm00zg:
:icongallows-girl-amy:
and finally :icongarygurl:
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DjEtla Featured By Owner Edited May 6, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
That's a good story. It's a rough day for those young women, especially your main character.

I don't know if you or your readers are interested in a short review of this movie, which has a somewhat similar theme.

Capital Punishment at School? Movie: The Thinning

The movie has a few good scenes but sadly they're extremely short. Most of the good scenes all fit into the movie trailer, which is pretty good.
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amaterasu2142 Featured By Owner May 7, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Glad to hear that you liked it, the story was one that I put a fair lot of time and thought into. If you havent already, i suggest reading the story that serves as a sort of "prequel" to mine. 
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DjEtla Featured By Owner May 8, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
While your main character, Rachel, was going through her painful ordeal and getting ready (I guess it was 1-4 hours), what were the other selected students doing during that time?

I guess they were in a secure holding room or cells somewhere, left to sit quietly and think about what's coming up for them.

That kind of waiting is the scariest part for me, so I guess it's usually what I focus on when I read or write a story of this type.
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amaterasu2142 Featured By Owner May 8, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
The other students were allowed to make single phone call to their parents, telling them what happened, and that they're scheduled to be removed. Afterwards, they were given a chance to shower while their current clothes were washed and cleaned, redressed, and then held in singular cells (Except for a certain pair). 
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DjEtla Featured By Owner May 9, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the update.
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amaterasu2142 Featured By Owner May 9, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Hehe, not a problem at all. You're welcome
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markblloyd Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Great story!
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amaterasu2142 Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks :) Glad you liked reading it, be sure to read the prequel story to this though if you want some more immersion into the storyline. 
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Flashlight237 Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2016
Maybe the real Rachel could organize a mob and take a stand against the school's hanging policy. Movements usually worked in the past.
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amaterasu2142 Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
I hate to break it to you, but the real Rachel's dead. She was the one who got hung instead of the other Rachel, because the other Rachel's mom pulled some strings in the system since she works for the government. And even if she were alive, she would still be hung. In this world, the government is a bit overly strict, and they would swiftly put down any sort of protest.
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Psycho333 Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2016
I wonder if the wrong Rachials parents will catch up to the one who pulled the switch and her mother and execute both?
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amaterasu2142 Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
You'll have to wait and see what happens -w- 
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Psycho333 Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2016
What if the info is "leaked" to them by a political rival and when the rival gains power they give a full pardon to the parents ;)
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amaterasu2142 Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Hmm...interesting aspect to consider
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WarrantTheMerciles Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Great story, I hope you write a third where the other Rachel is caught and gets what she deserve.
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amaterasu2142 Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
I do plan on writing a sequel sometime in the future, although it'll be later as I have some drawing ideas already planned and set in motion. Glad you enjoyed the story, you should read the first one if you havent already. Your input is greatly appreciated :)
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abused-toy Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
INFLUENCES SHE SAYS

she stole my idea!
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amaterasu2142 Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
You said I could do this, so nyaa
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abused-toy Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Did i? Or DID i?
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amaterasu2142 Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
*poke* I have the note saved lol, derping is my job -w-
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kananncm Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
that whyyyy i having a dejavu......
you two.....
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amaterasu2142 Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Lol light bulb moment :) what did you think?
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kananncm Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
really great story!
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amaterasu2142 Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks :) glad you enjoyed it.
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