The room was small and cold. Everything in the room was white. Sterile. There were two people in the room: a man and a woman. The man was tall, middle-aged, with short brown hair and rimless glasses. He wore a long white jacket and stood behind a tall white table. The woman was young, in her early twenties, with long mousy brown hair and a small nose. She looked frightened and small, standing next to the comparatively giant man.
She turned to face the man. "Yes, sir?"
"You are not permitted to speak."
"You are hereby charged guilty of crimes against this woman," he said. He gestured to the frightened woman beside him.
"But I didn't-"
"Do not speak. You have caused unnecessary pain, suffering, humiliation, discomfort, inconvenience, hardship, and undesired responsibility to fall upon this woman. The penalty for such crimes is death."
"But what did I-"
"Take her away," he called. The door opened, and a blonde woman wearing a white jacket - like the man's - walked in and grabbed her arm. She struggled against the woman's tight grip, her heart pounding wildly.
"I didn't do anything!" the little girl screamed. "I barely even know her! How could I have done anything to her? Please, I don't want to die!"
The man and the woman ignored her pleas and spoke gently to each other. She screamed and screamed as the other lady dragged her away, but they acted as if she did not exist. She was almost out the door now.
"Don't worry, it'll be over soon," the man said to the young woman. "We can take care of this problem quickly."
The door slammed shut, and the little girl was carried away, still kicking and screaming and sobbing as hard as her little body could handle.
The woman dragged her to a room across the hall. This room was smaller than the first, but the same sterile white. A red chair sat in the center of the room. The woman forced the little girl into the chair. She was too weak to resist.
A moment later, the same man from the other room stepped in gently.
"Time to take care of business," he said cheerfully to himself. He did not acknowledge the little girl's presence.
"You do not have the right to speak," he said. "No one cares about you." He circled behind her and before she could turn her head, he stabbed a needle into her neck.
The poison began working immediately. It burned like fire through the little girl's veins, and she screamed involuntarily. She writhed and wailed; she fell off the chair, shrieking and sobbing, her whole body exploding in pain. The man casually stepped over her and moved towards the door, ignoring her screams.
He stopped and leaned toward the woman. "Throw it in the trash with the rest," he said. She nodded and smiled serenely.
And when the little girl finally died, that's exactly what she did.