I look at the young prisoner in his deathwatch cell, of course he has the rough look of a convict that has lived in my prison for about 11 years, his head shaved, rough ink covering his body as each month a convict here is required to get a prison tattoo. been here ever since he turned 18 and got transfered from the juvenile facility to my prison. wasnt too hard once here to set him up with another murder rap that got him sentenced to fry in my chair, he looks up, sees me, shudders. he says to me, it aint time yet boss, is it. I tell him its getting real damn close, his last execution date was a week ago, like each other time he was set to fry we had him in the chair ready for execution. we dont tell the convict about to fry that he has his appeal till right after he ought to have fried. so for him its his fifth time going to the chair, he has also been made to watch many of our mock electrocutions and some real ones so he knows that every we do fry boys like him sooner or later. he looks to be sobbing. crying that he didnt do the crime he is gonna fry for. I tell him that I know it, that I fucking set him up to fucking fry. I look at my watch, two hours left before he goes to the chair again. he had his last meal of the same shit the rest of the convicts got. I tell him to get up. of course he knows better than to resist by this point, from the look of him I got no doubt he just wants it over with. well he has three more stays coming but he wont know about them until he lives through three more electrocutions. actually he will have an hour one, then a minute one, then one that will last his final second. for the hour one we will take him from the chair, not so for the last two, he will sit in that electric chair till he fries. he will of course hear the phone ring for his stay each time for the last two stays. right now he looks real damn good with his head shaved, blue denim prison jeans and shirt, his beard that us guards make sure all the convicts here have to wear as we only allow razors to shave the heads of the boys about to fucking fry. he is shuddering, asking the guards near him how long he got. they give the usual response of too damn long, shithead, and shut the fucking hell up. the guards on the row are picked from the meanest and nastiest guards in my prison. all of them have long records of brutality. and this boy has enjoyed plenty of brutal treatment here from us. shit, I have roughly fucked him at least 20 times since he got on my row. now its soon gonna be the end of his long ordeal here. finally I look at my watch, its time to go boy, he gets up, sobbing. the guards grab him, his hands already cuffed in front of him once he finished his last meal. me and the boys including most of the row guards and several of his fellow condemned fucked his ass till it was nice and tender the last three days, he walks to the door, I open and unlock it, I got more guards with me though this boy is broken enough that he probably aint gonna fight us as we lead him to what he thinks is his execution.
he then thanks me for treating him damn good, he enjoyed being fucked as a condemned convict ought to be fucked, rough and hard. now he is ready for his execution. we walk with him the few feet to the execution chamber, I open the last door at the end of that hall, we go through into the room where he sees the chair. he shudders remembering his past terror waiting until he thought he was to fry only to hear that he has another stay. now he is no doubt hoping that there are no more stays. we walk to the chair. he sits down calmly and allows us to strap him down in the chair. I apply the leg electrode with the brine soaked sponge, a sensation that he has enjoyed four times now, this being his fifth time in this chair. then as the guards secure his head I grab the second sponge, wet it, and apply it to his head, then the guards clamp the head electrode over that with the helmet being the last item. the helmet being a welding helmet we modified to use for electrocutions. no other mask is needed with the helmet with its face mask on him. his head now secure he is ready to fry, I ask him if he has any last words before his sentence is carried out. he says that he is innocent of the crime he is about to fry for, that the guards here framed him and are now going to enjoy executing him. he can see the guards and fellow condemned here to watch him fry in the audience room. I move to the switch knowing that the circuit aint live though I make sure he thinks it is. he flexes his hands waiting for the end. I keep an eye on the clock waiting until the time the boy thinks he will fry, then I signal the guards and we remove the helmet, the boy sobbing because its another fake execution. he wants this torment over, we take him back to his cell for a half hour and do it again. this time he is not unhelmeted when the phone rings a minute before he is to fry. finally we get ready again and another delay for a second as the phone rings again. he sobs under the helmet when this happens. finally I throw the switch and the beginning of his electrocution happens, just one milliamp with maximum voltage, but he feels it and is screaming his death agonies.
we give him five minutes to scream and thrash against the straps after the 30 second jolt ends, he is screaming for us to end this. I start his second cycle with ten times the amps of the first, this time his body responds violently throwing itself against the straps holding him in the chair, he moans in agony as this still aint a lethal shock. still it messes him up real bad. third shock is almost lethal, his body now just reacting to the current, still he survives and gasps for five minutes as we wait to give him the final cycle. that one finally kill him. his body smoking as he burns alive in the fucking chair. I tell the audience that justice has been done.
he then thanks me for treating him damn good, he enjoyed being fucked as a condemned convict ought to be fucked, rough and hard. now he is ready for his execution. we walk with him the few feet to the execution chamber, I open the last door at the end of that hall, we go through into the room where he sees the chair. he shudders remembering his past terror waiting until he thought he was to fry only to hear that he has another stay. now he is no doubt hoping that there are no more stays. we walk to the chair. he sits down calmly and allows us to strap him down in the chair. I apply the leg electrode with the brine soaked sponge, a sensation that he has enjoyed four times now, this being his fifth time in this chair. then as the guards secure his head I grab the second sponge, wet it, and apply it to his head, then the guards clamp the head electrode over that with the helmet being the last item. the helmet being a welding helmet we modified to use for electrocutions. no other mask is needed with the helmet with its face mask on him. his head now secure he is ready to fry, I ask him if he has any last words before his sentence is carried out. he says that he is innocent of the crime he is about to fry for, that the guards here framed him and are now going to enjoy executing him. he can see the guards and fellow condemned here to watch him fry in the audience room. I move to the switch knowing that the circuit aint live though I make sure he thinks it is. he flexes his hands waiting for the end. I keep an eye on the clock waiting until the time the boy thinks he will fry, then I signal the guards and we remove the helmet, the boy sobbing because its another fake execution. he wants this torment over, we take him back to his cell for a half hour and do it again. this time he is not unhelmeted when the phone rings a minute before he is to fry. finally we get ready again and another delay for a second as the phone rings again. he sobs under the helmet when this happens. finally I throw the switch and the beginning of his electrocution happens, just one milliamp with maximum voltage, but he feels it and is screaming his death agonies.
we give him five minutes to scream and thrash against the straps after the 30 second jolt ends, he is screaming for us to end this. I start his second cycle with ten times the amps of the first, this time his body responds violently throwing itself against the straps holding him in the chair, he moans in agony as this still aint a lethal shock. still it messes him up real bad. third shock is almost lethal, his body now just reacting to the current, still he survives and gasps for five minutes as we wait to give him the final cycle. that one finally kill him. his body smoking as he burns alive in the fucking chair. I tell the audience that justice has been done.
