Walking forward with her wrists already bound behind her back, Angelique heard the first overhead door closing as the next started to open, revealing a horrifying sight. She’d thought they would release her. Instead, they intended to kill her in one of the most gruesome ways imaginable. Frozen by fear, she helplessly stared at that massive industrial disposal unit as the second door closed, sealing her within the execution chamber.

Seeing Angelique’s expected look of fear, the executioner ordered, “Prisoner 8127, step onto the feed ramp.”

Trembling in terror but conditioned to follow the orders of the detention center’s guards or face the consequences, I quickly stepped up onto the disposal unit’s feed ramp.

With Angelique standing on the feed ramp, the executioner pressed the switch to raise the ramp to a level position.

With the ramp level, the executioner ordered, “Prisoner 8127, move forward to the middle of the feed ramp and kneel.”

Even knowing that I was fated to die a horrifically unpleasant death, I stepped forward and sank to my knees as tears trickled down my cheeks.

The executioner flipped the switch to raise the disposal unit’s massive cover plate once Angelique kneeled.

Already terrified, I felt my heart skip a beat as I stared into that massive blood-stained grinder and realized they intended to put me into that thing while I was still alive.

As the disposal unit’s cover opened, the executioner stated, “Prisoner 8127, the ruling council has ordered your execution for the crime of sedition against the People’s Socialist Republic.”

Pressing the activation switch, the executioner watched the feed ramp starting to tilt forward under Angelique as the disposal unit’s grinder blades spun up.

As the ramp under me started to tilt, I felt myself beginning to slide toward those deadly spinning blades.

Sliding helplessly toward my death, I watched in horror as those deadly blades quickly became a blur.

How could this be happening? It had been a peaceful protest against the ruling council’s latest reduction in electricity rationing. Or, it was, until those government-sponsored thugs attacked the protestors. The last thing I remembered was something hitting me in the head, and I woke up here in one of the detention center’s cells where I’ve spent the last six months in solitary confinement.

Angelique reached the feed ramp’s end, screaming as she pitched forward onto the disposal unit’s deadly spinning grinder blades.

The executioner watched in amusement as those sharp, powerful blades cut Angelique’s desperate scream short. They ripped her body apart as she vanished with the usual explosion of blood and gore he’d come to expect.

As the executioner watched the last of Angelique’s mutilated remains sloshing off the grinder’s blades, he switched off the disposal unit and activated the unit’s wash cycle.

As the disposal unit’s wash cycle finished and the heavy cover plate slowly closed, only a few fresh blood stains around the grinder’s blades remained to mark Angelique’s passing. While beneath the grinder blades, the conveyer belt activated, moving the container holding Angelique’s mutilated remains toward the waiting incinerator as a fresh container moved into place under the grinder’s blades.

With the disposal unit back in its ready-to-load position, the executioner keyed the intercom, “Holding area, send in Prisoner 8128.”

He already knew it was going to be another long day. The male prisoners were just taken out and shot. Still, the foreign media would villainize the government’s ruling council if they knew how many protestors executed were women.

In a way, Angelique was one of the lucky ones. At least her death, while brutally unpleasant, was quick. All the exceptionally beautiful women prisoners ended up as sex slaves in the ruling council’s pleasure brothel. Where even the most desirable only survived a few months of the council’s sadistically cruel attention.