It was funny how surprised the little one was, right up to the end. The other two had seemed to figure it out pretty quick. They’d spread their legs, spread their asses, spread their mouths without a fuss. They even seemed to get into it a little, trying to get at least a little pleasure before the end.

But the little one had fought and yelled and spit all the way. And cried, the fifth time she’d taken a load up the ass, and every time after. But she’d kicked, when the merc pulled out of her, still trying to put up a fight. Like she thought there was still some way she’d get loose.

The other two had died pretty easy, eyes on the ground as the squad lined up. They’d cried, too, but quiet. The little one looked like she was thinking about running, but the bursts of gunfire knocked them all down. One girl’s head popped like a squashed grape, the other choked and coughed until the executioner put a burst into her chest.

But the little one, she actually tried to get back up. And when the executioner emptied the rest of the mag into her chest, she watched like she couldn’t believe it was happening.

She died with her eyes still staring down at the holes.