Kalyn sat at her kitchen table, staring out the window at the golden morning sunlight. Her hand trembled as she raised her coffee cup to her mouth, and her skin was white as a sheet. She looked down at the letter she'd received nearly a month earlier, to read it for what was probably the thousandth time.

"Dear Ms. Walsh," the letter began, as though it were a perfectly normal letter.

"This is an official summons from the bureau of population management, informing you that you have been randomly selected for execution. You are required to appear at the nearest bureau of population management center no later than 10am on the day of March 31, 2030." Kalyn then pulled out her phone to confirm the date, hoping desperately that she had the wrong day and she could put off her execution, even just one more day. She felt a stabbing pain in her stomach as the phone came on, informing her it was now 8am, on March 31st. Kalyn put away her phone and continued reading the summons.

"As you have been randomly selected, your current official status is "selectee." Selectee's are entitled to a private execution by one of the following methods of the selectee's choosing: short drop hanging, suspension hanging, garrote or bag suffocation. We recommend you research each method of execution before making a decision. Additionally, the families of the selectee are entitled to 50% of the value of any life insurance policy held on the selectee. Failure to arrive on or before the appointed date and time and fully cooperate with population management staff will result in the selectee's status being downgraded to "noncooperative." Noncooperatives forfeit their estate and life insurance policies to the bureau, and will be subject to public, televised execution by one of the following randomly selected means: crucifixion, burning at the stake, disembowelment, or electrocution." Kalyn shuddered at the thought of being nailed to a cross, then hoisted high above an eager crowd to await a slow, agonizing death. She took a deep breath, and another sip of coffee, then continued reading.

"On the day of your execution, arrive early, carrying this summons. Do not bring any belongings which you do not wish to be incinerated. If your hair is long, wear it in in a bun, ponytail or braids. Following your execution, your remains will be held in a refrigerated morgue on bureau premises until your next of kin can retrieve them, please plan accordingly. Additionally, we ask that you inform friends and relatives that those who volunteer for execution without being selected are officially granted the status of 'volunteer.' Volunteer's are entitled to private or public death by the method of their choosing from the lists above, or the following list: lethal injection, firing squad, measured drop hanging. Additionally, the family of volunteers are entitled to 100% of their life insurance benefits." Kalyn paused, remembering that just a few days before she received her summons, she had seriously considered volunteering, getting a strange sense of dread that she would soon be selected. She continued reading.

"We thank you for your cooperation, and for doing your patriotic duty in submitting for execution" the summons concluded. Just as Kalyn finished reading the summons, the cab she had called for pulled up out in front of her house. She sighed deeply, then stood up from the kitchen table. She walked out her front door, leaving her half full coffee mug on the table. She wore a simple white, v-neck t-shirt, a pair of faded jeans and some flip flops. The rest of her clothes she would leave to her sister. Kalyn carried nothing with her but cab fare, and her summons. Her long black hair was in a ponytail, per instruction.

"Where to?" the cab driver asked as Kalyn climbed into his back seat.

"I'm going here" Kalyn said, holding up her summons and pointing to the address at the top.

"Oh," the driver said awkwardly, "so were you selected?"

Kalyn simply nodded.

"I'm sorry to hear that, a friend of mine was..." the driver began.

"I'd really rather not talk about it" Kalyn cut him off. The driver simply nodded, turned back toward the steering wheel, and began driving. Kalyn stared blankly out the window as the cab approached the population control center. When it arrived over a half hour later, Kalyn simply stared out the window of the cab at the sign out front. She couldn't bring herself to move.

"I know it's scary, but..." the cab driver began.

"Stop, please, I mean I know you're trying to help but please just stop...Keep the change" Kalyn cut him off again, then handing him a $100 bill. Then, she got out of the cab and walked inside. Inside the center she found a waiting room with white walls and a white tile floor. At the far end of the room was a desk with a receptionist behind it. In between were roes of black chairs. To the left of the desk were two sets of double doors, one marked "volunteer's/selectees" and another marked "noncooperatives." To the right of the desk was a set of doors marked "morgue." Kalyn nervously walked to the reception desk.

"How may I help you?" the receptionist asked in a disinterested tone, not looking up from her computer.

"I got this in the mail" Kalyn replied, holding up her summons. The receptionist held up her hand and gestured for Kalyn to hand her the summons. Again, she didn't look up from her computer. The receptionist briefly skimmed the summons.

"You're on time," the receptionist said, "barely. Sit over there and wait until your name is called."

"Thank you" Kalyn said awkwardly, then wondering why she would thank a person in this situation. She awkwardly walked back to the waiting area and took a seat. At first she staired blankly at the floor, thinking about all of the things she would never do again. Then, she looked around the waiting room. There was one other woman there. She looked to be about forty, and she was openly weeping into a tissue.

After a few minutes, another girl came in. Kalyn watched as this new girl, with a big smile on her face, excitedly hopped up to the reception desk.

"How may I help you?" the receptionist asked.

"I'm Maggie, I'd like to volunteer" the girl said loudly.

"Fill out this form and we'll get you with the next available executioner" the receptionist replied, handing Maggie a clipboard. Kalyn new that volunteers didn't wait in line, as soon as an executioner was available they would see Maggie first.

"Probably cause they don't want to give volunteers time to change their minds" Kalyn thought. "Not that it'll be an issue for her" Kalyn thought, seeing Maggie sit down and start filling out her form, huge smile still plastered across her face. Another few moments later, the double doors marked volunteers/selectees swung open. First, two men came out, each pushing a gurney toward the morgue. On each gurney, covered in a white sheet, was what Kalyn could tell was a dead body. Then, a woman with a clipboard came out.

"Maggie?" the woman with the clipboard called. Maggie excitedly got up and skipped to the door. "Lupita?" the woman with the clipboard called next. The crying woman moaned pathetically, then got up and began walking to the door. As she got closer, she froze.

"Wait, no, please" the woman bagged.

"Ma'am, you have to come here right now" the woman with the clipboard replied.

"Please, please I don't want to die, I'm begging you"

"Now ma'am." the woman replied. Lupita simply stood their sobbing.

"Security!" the woman with the clipboard called.

"No, wait, I'll cooperate!" Lupita screemed. Before she could take another step, to large men dressed in black grabbed her by each arm and dragged her through the "noncooperative" door. "Please, please I'll do anything!" Lupita screemed as the doors closed behind her. Kalyn sat in her seat trembling, and the woman with the clipboard disappeared back into the volunteer/selectee hallway.

Lupita's screaming became gradually quieter as she was dragged down the hall. Kalyn clutched her shoulders and rocked back and forth, trying to block out the noise. About twenty minutes later when the screeming stopped, Kalyn was on the verge of tears. Then, the woman with the clipboard again emerged from the volunteer/selectee hallway.

"Kalyn?" the woman called. Kalyn's heart nearly stopped, and her entire body trembled. Then she sighed deeply, and stood up.

"Just take deep brights," Kalyn thought, walking slowly toward the woman with the clipboard.

"Hi Kalyn, just follow me this way" the woman said in a sickeningly sweet voice. Kalyn silently obeyed. The woman lead her through the selectee/volunteer doors into a long, white hallway, then stopped next to a large slot in the wall labeled "furnace."

"Remove any and all clothing and jewlery and deposit it in this slot" the woman instructed. Kalyn shuddered.

"All my clothes?" Kalyn asked.

"Yup, all of it" the woman confirmed. Kalyn sighed, then took off her shirt and tossed it in the furnace. She followed that with her flip flops, then her jeans. Finally, she stripped off the black lace bra and panties she had been wearing underneath. She then stood there, awkwardly trying to cover her breasts with her left arm and her crotch with her right hand, and awaited further instruction.

"Alright, right this way" the woman instructed, leading Kalyn to a row of doors. Kalyn shuddered and began to hyperventilate when one of the doors opened, and a man came out, pushing a cart with Maggie's naked, deceased body on it. "Mark!" the woman with the clipboard shouted, "how many times have I told you? Put the sheet on them before taking them out of the room!"

"Sorry, sorry" Mark said, retreating back behind the door and closing it.

"I'm really sorry about that" the woman with the clipboard said, seeing that Kalyn was visibly upset. Kalyn couldn't stop thinking that she would be on one of those carts soon, just as still and lifeless. "Right this way" the woman said, then leading Kalyn into one of the other doors. Inside, Kalyn saw a room with white walls, and a white tile floor. In the far right corner a small counter with cabinets above and below was built into the wall, making the room seem somewhat like a doctor's office.

In the middle of the room sat a wooden chair, which was bolted to the floor and had leather straps attached to it. Across from it sat a rolling office chair. In the back left corner of the room, a noose dangled over a metal stool.

"Wait here and an executioner will be with you shortly" the woman with the clipboard said, then stepping out and closing the door. Kalyn heard the metallic click of the door being locked from the outside. She stood there for a moment, looking around the plain white room and taking it in.

"This is where I die" she thought to herself. She deliberately took long, deep breaths, trying to keep from panicking. Then, she sat down in the rolling office chair, staring at the wooden chair and its leather straps. It looked ominous, or somehow evil to Kalyn. It looked like it wanted to eat her. Kalyn sat staring at it for several minutes, utterly still. Then, she jumped as she suddenly heard a woman screaming on the other side of the room's back wall. Kalyn sat shivering as the screaming continued for several minutes before dying down. Kalyn sat catatonic, eyes fixed on the wall opposite the chair, then jumped as the lock on the door clicked again, and the door swung open. In stepped a blonde woman in her mid forties, wearing a white lab coat over a black skirt and blue, button down blouse. She had a stethoscope over her shoulders and a clipboard in her hands. Her lab coat was stained in blood.

"Oh, I'm afraid that's my seat, I'm going to have to ask you to sit over there" the woman said, pointing to the wooden chair. Kalyn silently nodded, lifted herself out of the office chair, then stood staring at the wooden chair for a moment. She worked up her nerves, turned around, and slowly lowered herself onto the chair. First, she put her hands at the ends of the arm rest, where she could feel that previous occupants had dug their nails into the wood. Then, she slowly lowered her butt into the seat, which felt damp.

"Probably sweat" Kalyn thought as she went back to awkwardly covering her private areas.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, and for my appearance," the woman said, sitting down, "I just had to assist in a disembowelment, those can get real messy." Kalyn nodded her understanding. "Now see," the woman continued in a joking tone, "aren't you glad you cooperated?"

"Yeah...I guess" Kalyn said, attempting to feign a smile.

"Alright, now let's get started. I'm Doctor Beverly Clarke, but you can just call me Bev, and I'll be your executioner" Bev said, looking over the document on her clipboard. Kalyn nodded in recognition.

"So, your name is Kalyn correct?" Bev asked. Again, Kalyn silently nodded. "Well it's very nice to meet you Kalyn, and you're a slectee, not a volunteer, correct?" Again, Kalyn nodded. "Okay, are you familiar with the four types of execution available to you?" Again, Kalyn nodded. "Great, do you have any questions about any of them?" Kalyn nodded, then began to speak.

"I've heard," Kalyn began, then pausing to clear her throat, "I've heard bag suffocation is the least painfull...is that true?"

"Well, there will still be quite a bit of pain with that method because your lungs will be desperate to bring in air and your muscles will spasm a lot, but the other methods do that too and involve crushing your windpipe."

"So suffocation hurts, but it hurts less?"

"Well," Bev thought, "your lungs and your muscles will hurt just as much, but your throat wont."

"Okay" Kalyn replied.

"Alright, any other questions?" Bev asked. Kalyn shook her head no. "Alright, so are you thinking bag suffocation then?" Kalyn shook her head yes. "Alright, would you prefer that I leave the room as you die, or stay to keep an eye on you?" Bev asked.

"I" Kalyn replied, then pausing to think, "I'd rather be alone"

"Alright, that's perfectly fine, a lot of people are that way. Would you like any stimulation as you pass?" Bev asked next.

"Stimulation?" Kalyn asked.

"In order to ease your passing you can request that a vibrator be placed in your vagina prior to beginning the procedure." Bev explained. Kalyn had a perplexed look on her face. "So watta ya say," Bev asked, patting Kalyn on the knee, "one last orgasm before ya go?"

"What the hell, sure" Kalyn said.

"That's the spirit" Bev said, scribbling on her clipboard. "Alright, then I'll have to get you strapped into that chair" Bev said, standing up and putting down her clipboard. "Place your wrists here" Bev instructed, pointing to the leather straps on each arm rest of the chair. Kalyn silently obeyed, feeling exposed as she removed her hands from her privates. Bev tightened a leather strap around each of Kalyn's wrists, then leaned forward over her and tightened a strap on each of her upper arms, just above her shoulders.

"Ankles here please" Bev asked, crouching down and pointing at each of the chair's legs. Kalyn again obeyed, and Bev strapped each of her ankles to the leg of the chair. Then, she strapped each of Kalyn's knees to the bottom of the arm rests, forcing her to sit with her legs spread. Then, she closed and tightened a strap across Kalyn's chest, just below her breasts. Bev then went to the counter in the corner of the room, and retrieved a pair of rubber gloves from the top drawer. Kalyn tested her restraints, finding that she had little ability to move.

"Well, definitely no turning back now" Kalyn thought.

From the bottom drawer of the counter, Bev retrieved a small egg shaped device, from among numerous other egg shaped devices. She switched it on, and Kalyn heard it begin to vibrate.

"Lift yourself off the seat just a little for me hun" Bev said, standing over Kalyn. Kalyn did her best with all her restraints, lifting her butt just a few inches off the seat. Kalyn first gasped, then moaned in pleasure as Bev knelt down and inserted the small vibrating egg into her vagina, before securing it in place with an adhesive bandage. "See, that's not so bad, is it?" Bev asked as she returned to the counter.

"Well," Kalyn began, then pausing to moan as she lowered herself back on the seet, "not this part."

"Fair enough," Bev replied, retrieving a plastic bag and another leather strap from one of the drawers, "here comes the not so fun part." A chill ran down Kalyn's spine as Bev approached her, bag in hand. "So, any last words before we begin?" Bev asked.

"Well," Kalyn began, then becoming distracted by the vibrating egg, "no."

"Alright," Bev said, "then I'm just going to slip this bag over your head, then seal it around your neck with this belt here. Once that's done, I'll leave the room like you asked, understand?" Kalyn nodded her understanding, and Bev leaned in. "Once the bag's sealed, I recommend you take deep breaths, that'll make it go faster." She slowly slipped the clear plastic bag over Kalyn's head. The bag was barely big enough to fit, and taught enough that Kalyn could see through it fairly clearly. Kalyn quivered in both terror and pleasure as Bev tucked her ponytail into the bag, and brought the strap around her neck. Bev slowly tightened it just enough that it sealed the bag, but not tight enough to even cause any discomfort in Kalyn's neck.

"Alright hun, I'll be right outside and I'll come back in in about a half hour to officially pronounce you dead" Bev said, then turning and leaving the room. A new wave of panic overtook Kalyn when Bev said this. Suddenly it seemed so real, and one thought kept running through her mind.

"This is it, my life will end within 30 minutes." Kalyn sat, perfectly still for a few moments, except her shivers of fear and twitching in her legs caused by the egg. She realized at this point that she was unintentionally holding her breath.

"Come on, just take a deep breath and get this over with" she thought to herself, but she was unable to make herself do it. Then, after nearly a minute of holding her breath, it happened. The egg brought Kalyn to orgasm, causing her to throw her head back, close her eyes, and gasp. This was what Kalyn always did during an orgasm, only this time instead of the familiar taste of air, she sucked in only plastic. Instantly, what little air had been in the bag seemed to disappear, Kalyn's eyes shot back open, and she was choking for her life.

As Kalyn coughed and sputtered, desperately trying to breathe, the buzzing of the room's fluorescent lights was drowned out by her own choking, the crinkling of the bag, and the creaking of the wooden chair. Kalyn desperately tugged at all her restraints, to no avail. Then, she got some of the bag in her mouth and tried to tear it with her teeth, again to no avail. Of course, Kalyn knew that if she managed to escape she would simply be labeled noncooperative and be subject to an even more gruesome execution, but she couldn't fight the instinct to try and breathe.

Next, Kalyn tried desperately to get her hands free by tugging them through her wrists restraints, to no avail.

"Why me, why me?" she kept thinking as the edges of her vision went dark. Then, she began to feel light headed, and the crinkling of the bag and creaking of the chair were drowned out by a loud wringing in her ears. "Oh god, please help me" Kalyn thought, suddenly becoming religious. After nearly twenty minutes of choking and writhing around in the chair, Kalyn's head fell forward for a moment, only to pop back up again.

"No, no, don't give up yet" screamed a voice in Kalyn's head. Of course, the rest of her knew that any continued effort was futile, she would be dead soon enough no matter what. Kalyn continued to writhe in agony for another few minutes, before her body went limp. Her head stayed up for a moment, swaying back and forth, then forward and back. Then, energy totally spent, Kalyn slumped forward against her restraints. Just when Kalyn thought it was all over, the vibrating egg between her legs brought her one last, incredibly intense orgasm. As every muscle in Kalyn's body convulsed from the most intense orgasm of her life, her vision went black and the ringing in her ears gave way to total silence. "That was almost worth dying for" Kalyn thought as she faded into oblivion. Then, her bladder released on the chair, and she was gone.

Kalyn sat motionless in the chair for about ten minutes, before the door to swung open again, and Bev stepped inside. Bev grimaced at the scent of fresh urine. Smelling that, and seeing Kalyn limp and slumped over, Bev knew she was almost certainly already dead. Still, by law she had to check for a pulse or breathing before pronouncing death. So, Bev closed the door to the room, and stood in front of Kalyn.

She lifted Kalyn's head and pushed it back, so that it hung limp over the back of the chair. Then, she retrieved her stethoscope and pressed it to Kalyn's left brest, then several spots on her abdomen, listening for any sign of a pulse or breathing. Finding none, Bev retrieved her clipboard and officially noted the time of death. Then, she turned and opened the door.

"Mark," she called into the hallway, "Ms. Walsh is done in room 2." Mark came down the hallway pushing a gurney with a white sheet folded on top of it. "Don't forget to cover her before pushing her into the hall" Bev said, glaring at him.

"I won't, I promise" Mark replied as he pushed the gurney into the room. He then locked the wheels on the gurney and closed the door, walked over to the counter in the corner, and retrieved a pair of latex gloves. Then, he walked to Kalyn. First, he undid her restraints, starting with the ones on her ankles and working his way up to her chest. Once Kalyn was no longer strapped to the chair, he stood beside her and put one arm behind her back, and the other under her knees. He then lifted her, and placed her on the gurney.

Smelling urine, Mark wiped down the seat and Kalyn's thighs with a disinfecting rag. He then proceeded to undo the leather strap holding the bag in place. He then pulled both the bag and the strap off over Kalyn's head, revealing her still open eyes, fixed on some point in space a thousand miles away. He threw out the bag and strap, federal regulation said these items couldn't be reused. He was about to cover Kalyn with the sheet when he remembered the vibrator. He removed the bandage from her crotch, and gingerly pulled out the vibrator, before turning it off and throwing it out as well. Then, he covered Kalyn with a white sheet, and took her to the morgue.