secretchamber78
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19 year old Tom was a famous tennis player in the club of his city. But due to his mistake happened in a crucial championship games, his team lost the rank so the club committee decided to punish him. Tom asked for death penalty, which was approved by the committee. However, considering about his contribution to the club/team and fame in the city, they denied his original request of being executed by forced suicide -- drinking a type of drug which would give me a mild cardiac attack. This was a secret execution and the information was not given to any local media. But Tom's 4 roommates were noticed by the supervisors of the club because he would be gone during the night sleeping.
The drug was resolved in the sports drink for Tom during his last strength training that evening at about 8pm. They forced him to drink it during training because the circulation would be active so that the poison was absorbed more efficiently. Tom, though the youngest one among the elite players in the club, showed his normal strength as usual without being affected by the drug. At 10pm before sleeping, the medical office gave him the last cardiovascular and respiratory assessments. It showed that his average heart rate then was about 57 bpm, little bit slower than his average 60 bpm as indicated in the past 20 assessments. And his nerve reaction was slightly retarded than usual but not really noticeable. But anyway, the drug had started functioning and the physical condition of Tom really surprised the doctors there. Because normally speaking, the athletes in late 20s who are more stronger than this slim teenager could have been unconscious after getting the drug in the blood for such a long time.
At 11pm, Tom lay in his bed, ready to sleep at the time he usually did. But this night, his roommates felt so sad and they wanted to watch how their mate left this world. However, Tom looked really calm and relaxed about the death that would come in the next few hours. As usual, he striped off himself with only underwear for sleep. But he didn't take shower because he joked "the worker in morgue will give me the best wash ever after I sleep in depth!" They talked for a little while as though they forgot Tom's death and Tom insisted to sleep at about midnight.
"Do you think Tom's been paralyzed now?" One of the roommates asked the others at 12:40 am, when Tom was snoring slightly.
"Let's have a test!"
The roommate poked Tom's right nipple with a finger. And Tom suddenly awoke and screamed "what are you guys doing?"
OK, he was still alive. He allowed his roommates to feel his pulse on his wrist. His heart beat was really slow. Maybe 40 or 45 bpm? Just enough to keep him awake?
At 1:20am, Tom suddenly said to the others: "Guys, do you have anything to tell me for the last time?"
They realized that Tom felt he couldn't keep conscious for longer time. So they all told him they loved him and wished him a safe journey. Then at 1:22am, Tom put his hands under his head and his foot one on the other -- just like lying on the beach enjoying the sunshine -- but with his eyes open.
"It seems that he is enjoying his execution!"
"Shut up!" Tom said the last words to his mate.
At 1:25, a roommate put his palm under Tom's left nipple to feel his heart and the heart beat was much slower than even 5 minutes ago; about only 35 bpm. They teased his right armpit (almost no hair) and sole -- the physical reactions were almost unable to notice! But his chest was still heaving regularly and smoothly.
One minute later, it was found that Tom stopped blinking. This teen sports star died.
The medical team came to his dormitory at 8am after the athletes all went for training. Tom still kept the posture when his heart stopped. The medical team members put his arms on sides of his torso and his legs straight and gave him an ECG test -- a perfect flat line! Putting this well-shaped young body into the body bag, they carried it on a stretcher to the morgue, giving him a shower! Tom's underwear was full of his semen, so they had to take a long time to clean his private area. After washing, a thin layer of layer to give a simple embalmment. Then put on him tank top, jeans, black socks and Converse high top trainers -- the casual wear of Tom. They processed him like this because in that afternoon, some of his fans in the city, mostly teenagers and college students, would come to a small room in the club headquarter to visit his body. In that room, Tom was dressed in his usual fashion and looked like sleeping on a narrow gurney. Of course, the doctors helped to close his eyes.
When the visiting finished at 9pm in the evening, Tom was striped off again. His body was put into a special water- and air-proof body bag (tightly touching his skin), then another 3 layers outside that body bag. It was transported to a resting place which was especially constructed for the outstanding young people who died before their 35 (mostly young spy, athletes etc.). There a drawer was prepared for him. Top would sleep there from then on. In the drawer next to his, there slept a team member of his club who was executed 25 years ago at the age of 28. No one had ever opened that draw since he was moved in. It was a mystery whether his body was still fresh or had already become a skeleton.
The drug was resolved in the sports drink for Tom during his last strength training that evening at about 8pm. They forced him to drink it during training because the circulation would be active so that the poison was absorbed more efficiently. Tom, though the youngest one among the elite players in the club, showed his normal strength as usual without being affected by the drug. At 10pm before sleeping, the medical office gave him the last cardiovascular and respiratory assessments. It showed that his average heart rate then was about 57 bpm, little bit slower than his average 60 bpm as indicated in the past 20 assessments. And his nerve reaction was slightly retarded than usual but not really noticeable. But anyway, the drug had started functioning and the physical condition of Tom really surprised the doctors there. Because normally speaking, the athletes in late 20s who are more stronger than this slim teenager could have been unconscious after getting the drug in the blood for such a long time.
At 11pm, Tom lay in his bed, ready to sleep at the time he usually did. But this night, his roommates felt so sad and they wanted to watch how their mate left this world. However, Tom looked really calm and relaxed about the death that would come in the next few hours. As usual, he striped off himself with only underwear for sleep. But he didn't take shower because he joked "the worker in morgue will give me the best wash ever after I sleep in depth!" They talked for a little while as though they forgot Tom's death and Tom insisted to sleep at about midnight.
"Do you think Tom's been paralyzed now?" One of the roommates asked the others at 12:40 am, when Tom was snoring slightly.
"Let's have a test!"
The roommate poked Tom's right nipple with a finger. And Tom suddenly awoke and screamed "what are you guys doing?"
OK, he was still alive. He allowed his roommates to feel his pulse on his wrist. His heart beat was really slow. Maybe 40 or 45 bpm? Just enough to keep him awake?
At 1:20am, Tom suddenly said to the others: "Guys, do you have anything to tell me for the last time?"
They realized that Tom felt he couldn't keep conscious for longer time. So they all told him they loved him and wished him a safe journey. Then at 1:22am, Tom put his hands under his head and his foot one on the other -- just like lying on the beach enjoying the sunshine -- but with his eyes open.
"It seems that he is enjoying his execution!"
"Shut up!" Tom said the last words to his mate.
At 1:25, a roommate put his palm under Tom's left nipple to feel his heart and the heart beat was much slower than even 5 minutes ago; about only 35 bpm. They teased his right armpit (almost no hair) and sole -- the physical reactions were almost unable to notice! But his chest was still heaving regularly and smoothly.
One minute later, it was found that Tom stopped blinking. This teen sports star died.
The medical team came to his dormitory at 8am after the athletes all went for training. Tom still kept the posture when his heart stopped. The medical team members put his arms on sides of his torso and his legs straight and gave him an ECG test -- a perfect flat line! Putting this well-shaped young body into the body bag, they carried it on a stretcher to the morgue, giving him a shower! Tom's underwear was full of his semen, so they had to take a long time to clean his private area. After washing, a thin layer of layer to give a simple embalmment. Then put on him tank top, jeans, black socks and Converse high top trainers -- the casual wear of Tom. They processed him like this because in that afternoon, some of his fans in the city, mostly teenagers and college students, would come to a small room in the club headquarter to visit his body. In that room, Tom was dressed in his usual fashion and looked like sleeping on a narrow gurney. Of course, the doctors helped to close his eyes.
When the visiting finished at 9pm in the evening, Tom was striped off again. His body was put into a special water- and air-proof body bag (tightly touching his skin), then another 3 layers outside that body bag. It was transported to a resting place which was especially constructed for the outstanding young people who died before their 35 (mostly young spy, athletes etc.). There a drawer was prepared for him. Top would sleep there from then on. In the drawer next to his, there slept a team member of his club who was executed 25 years ago at the age of 28. No one had ever opened that draw since he was moved in. It was a mystery whether his body was still fresh or had already become a skeleton.
