(Co-written by me and AI)

The Miss Universe pageant was unlike any other. As the contestants from around the world strutted across the stage in their vibrant gowns, the crowd couldn't help but hold their breath in anticipation. The air was electric, the tension palpable. And then, there she was. Eighteen-year-old Min-Ji, a representative of Landever country, graced the stage in a pure white tube top bikini that seemed to glow against her dark skin. It was as if she were a beacon of hope, a symbol of unity, standing tall amidst the chaos of the world.

Her movements were fluid, her posture confident, her smile radiant. As she spun on her heels, her long black hair swaying gracefully around her, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause. Even the judges, with their expert eyes and discerning tastes, couldn't help but be impressed by Min-Ji's presence. There was something special about her, something that set her apart from the rest.

When Min-Ji returned to Landever, the people welcomed her like a hero. The streets were lined with adoring fans, waving flags and cheering her name. Newspapers printed her photo on the front page, hailing her as the country's newest champion. Even the government, usually so preoccupied with political strife, took a break to celebrate her achievement.

But beneath the surface, Min-Ji's life was beginning to unravel. Her father, a prominent businessman and a proud supporter of her pageant journey, had always been her rock. Now, just a month after her win, he was gone. Gunned down in cold blood outside their home by an unidentified assailant. The police were baffled, and the investigation had hit a dead end.

As the days turned into weeks, suspicion began to fall on Min-Ji. She was the only one who didn't seem to grieve openly, and her aloof demeanor only served to fuel the rumor mill. The press hounded her relentlessly, cameras shoving in her face as they accused her of being a heartless killer.

The police, eager to solve the case and appease the public outcry, soon began to build a case against her. They found a receipt for a gun in her room, as well as a series of anonymous calls made from her phone around the time of the murder. Min-Ji insisted that the gun was planted and that she didn't know who could have made the calls, but no one seemed to believe her.

The media, never ones to shy away from a juicy scandal, ran with the story. Headlines blared "Killer Miss Universe?" and "Beauty Turned Beast?" accompanied by gruesome images of her father's lifeless body. Paparazzi stalked her every move, capturing her in tears or looking lost in thought. It was as if they were determined to make her into a monster in the public eye.

As the trial progressed, the evidence against her seemed to mount. Witnesses claimed to have seen her arguing with her father just hours before the murder. A neighbor testified that they had heard shouting coming from her house that night. The prosecution painted a chilling picture of a cold-blooded killer, driven by jealousy and rage.

Despite her protests of innocence, the jury found Min-Ji guilty of first-degree murder. The judge, unable to spare her life due to the public outcry, sentenced her to death by open hanging. The courtroom erupted into cries of anguish as the verdict was read out. Even some of the jurors, who had seemed convinced of her guilt during the trial, were visibly shaken by the harshness of the sentence.

The Ministry of Justice annoucned that Min-Ji's hanging would be openly executed in front of Cityever City Hall, and her body would be displayed by being hanged on the gallows even after her execution, because her accused crime was so heinours.

In the weeks leading up to her execution, Min-Ji's attorney fought tirelessly to have her sentence commuted, but to no avail. The government was adamant that justice must be served, and the public's thirst for revenge would not be sated. As the day of her execution drew closer, Min-Ji was transferred to a high-security prison, where she was held in solitary confinement for her own protection.

The morning of the execution dawned bright and clear, a fitting backdrop for the macabre spectacle that was to unfold. Cityever City Hall was packed to the brim with onlookers, eager for a glimpse of the notorious beauty queen who had captured the nation's attention for all the wrong reasons. As the clock struck noon, the guards led Min-Ji out onto the execution platform.

She stood before the crowd, with standing on a chair on the platform, head held high, her gaze defiant. In stark contrast to the horror-struck faces around her, she wore an expression of calm resignation. It was as if she had already resigned herself to her fate long ago. Her attire, the same pure white tube top bikini she had worn at the time of winning Miss Universe, seemed to glow in the harsh light of the sun, a final defiant statement against a world that had condemned her.

The executioner, a burly figure clad in black, approached her. With a practiced efficiency, he turned her hands behind and handcuffed them before attaching the noose around her neck. Min-Ji closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as if steeling herself for what was to come. Then, with a nod, she signaled that she was ready.

The crowd hushed into an uneasy silence, broken only by the rustle of clothes and the occasional muffled sob. Min-Ji stood tall, her chin raised defiantly. Even as her executioner took hold of the rope, she seemed to radiate a quiet dignity that was both haunting and unsettling.

As the executioner kicked out the chair beneath her bare feet, Min-Ji stumbled forward, her body weight thrown off balance. But soom, the noose tightened, cutting off her gasp of shock. Her eyes flew open wide, and she stared out at the sea of faces, desperately seeking a spark of humanity or a flicker of doubt. Instead, she saw only a mix of horror, anger, and morbid fascination. She let out a gasp, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

Her legs kicked violently, the muscles in her calves and thighs tightening and releasing in a frantic dance against the unforgiving rope. The white fabric of her bikini bottom clung to her, revealing every tense line and quiver of her body. Her toes pointed and flexed as if reaching for the ground that had been so cruelly snatched away. Her face was a mask of agony, her mouth open in a silent scream, her tongue protruding slightly as the noose bit into her neck.

Her arms flailed at first, the handcuffs biting into her wrists, leaving raw, red marks. The sleeves of her bikini top fluttered up, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, which contracted in spasms with each desperate attempt to pull in a breath that wouldn't come. Her fingers clenched and unclenched, the polished nails digging into her palms. The crowd watched, horrified and transfixed, as the life was slowly squeezed out of her.

The twitching of her legs grew weaker, the violent kicks subsiding into tremors. Her toes curled and uncurled in a silent plea for relief, her ankles turning a dark, mottled color as the blood flow was cut off. The fabric of her bikini bottom stretched and shifted with every jerk of her legs, but remained stubbornly in place, a morbid reminder of the beauty she had once embodied. Her chest heaved, the frantic movements of her diaphragm creating a hypnotic rhythm beneath the taut white material.

Finally, through Min-Ji's whole body, the last twitching occured. Just after, with a short scream, "AHHHH!", her head slumped sideways, her neck at an impossible angle. Her long, black hair cascading around her face. The rope had done its grisly work, leaving an imprint around her snow-white neck that grew darker by the second. Her eyes remained open, frozen in a look of shock and betrayal, but the life behind them had dimmed. her still gorgeous breasts heaving with the last breath of life. Her arms, once a picture of grace and poise, now hung limp and lifeless by her sides. The handcuffs that had bound her wrists had left deep indentations, a stark contrast to the softness of her skin. Her fingers, once elegantly manicured and adorned with rings, now curled into claws. Her pure white tube top bikini top remained taut over her chest, a poignant symbol of innocence lost amidst the chaos of betrayal and accusation.

Her straight-strengthed long and nice legs stopped their fight, and hung still, no more dancing, no more kicking, no more trying to find the ground beneath. The rope, now a dark snake wrapped around her neck, had claimed its victory, leaving a grotesque necklace of bruises that stood starkly against her dark skin. Her toes, which had once pointed with precision during her Miss Universe victory walk, curled and uncurled one last time before finally becoming still. Her pure white tube top bikini bottoms, now damp with the sweat of fear and struggle, clung to her body, outlining the contours of her hips and thighs that had once been the envy of many. The wind blew softly, carrying the whispers of the crowd's shocked murmurs, and her long black hair fluttered gently around her lifeless face like a dark halo. Her body was softly swayed by the gentle breeze, as if the world around her was trying to offer some small comfort in her final moments.

The crowd, stunned into silence, began to disperse slowly, their eyes fixed on the gruesome spectacle before them. Some whispered prayers for her soul, while others cursed the system that had condemned her. The guards, their faces expressionless, went about their business as if they had seen this all too many times before. As the Ministry of Justice already announced, Min-Ji's body would be displayed by being hanged on the gallows even after her execution.

Meanwhile, in the offices of the city's most sensationalist newspaper, the editors were hard at work crafting a headline that would sell more copies than ever before. "Hanged Miss Universe!" screamed the front page in blood-red letters, accompanied by a gruesome photo of Min-Ji's lifeless body dangling from the gallows. The paper went on to describe her in lurid detail: "Her beauty was unmatched, her figure was envied by women and desired by men. But alas, it was this very allure that led her slim and delicate neck meet the noose."

The article was filled with exaggerations and half-truths, designed not to inform but to inflame the passions of the city's residents. It described Min-Ji as a seductress, a femme fatale who had ensnared the city's elite with her wiles and led them astray. It was a story of lust and betrayal, of innocence lost and justice served. And the people ate it up.

While the days went into months, even years, Min-Ji's dead body was continously hanged on the noose at the place she had been dead. But, suprisingly, Min-Ji's body was never harmed or rotted, and her pure white tube top bikini still looked new, and her flesh was as pale as a porcelain doll's.

The people of the city had mixed reactions to the display. Some came to mourn her, leaving flowers and candles at the base of the gallows. Others came to mock her, spitting and jeering at the sight of her lifeless form. Still others came simply because they couldn't look away, drawn by the macabre spectacle that had become a permanent fixture in their lives.

The reactions to Min-Ji's uncorrupted body were as diverse as the people of the city itself. Some saw it as a miracle, a sign from heaven that she had been wrongfully condemned. They gathered around her body, praying and chanting for her soul to find peace. Others saw it as an affront to nature, a perverse twist of fate that defied all logic and reason. They muttered curses under their breath, fearful that Min-Ji's ghost might haunt them in their dreams. Still others, more pragmatic in their thinking, saw an opportunity.

News of Min-Ji's execution spread far and wide, attracting tourists from all corners of the world. They flocked to see the "Hanged Miss Universe," drawn by a morbid curiosity and a sense of disbelief that such a beautiful woman could be so brutally executed and her body could be preserved so completely. Some visitors took selfies with the lifeless figure, others wept openly, and still others debated the merits of the justice system that had condemned her.
With all of those saying, just, Min-Ji's beautiful dead body was being swayed gently on the breeze.

p. s. Which option do you prefer after ending of this story?
(1) Min-Ji's guilt proved.
(2) Min-Ji's innocence proved.