The procession is leading me down the corridor. With each shuffling step, my chains make a chinking sound alternating with the sound of my bare feet sliding along the cold concrete floor. The guards wear heavy leather boots which contrast tremendously with my shackled bare feet. I walk slowly as the leg chains are pretty short. I cannot stop either, as the guard behind me turns my hand up painfully. My cock protrudes from the disposable underwear and swings to either side as I am marching to my death. The way leads along the death row cells. Sitting there I have seen a lot of guys on this walk. They were different: black or white, calm or defiant, but they had something in common: they were all scared. I used to watch at their faces and wanted to know their thoughts. Today it's my turn and I am going to find it out. Probably all prisoners are watching me now. I don't care with my eyes focused on the back of the precedent guard. Suddenly I am stopped. I can see a steel, grey door with a sign "danger high voltage". I resist, pull back and start to scream: "Mum...help me...I wanna go home!!! NO!!!!! Mum!!!!! I wanna live!! NOOOOO!!!" I slip out the guards grips and begin to run. The short leg chains block my feet and make me fall down on the concrete floor. I am crying desperately. “Please!!!...I wanna go back to my cell!!! I wanna live!!!! Mum... help me!!!
The guards are relentless and professional, pick me up, hold my arms firmly and drag me inside through the steel door. I look around apprehensively. The room is huge, with concrete walls and floor, lit by harsh lamps. I am stopped, still my arms grabbed by the guards and someone puts a cigarette in my mouth. I make several deep breaths allowing the smoke to flow smoothly into my lungs. I feel tingling in the chest and become wired. This makes me calm down a bit, I don't scream any more, thus I have a minute to browse around. The acrid smell of transformers and wire insulation is teasing my nose. In the middle of the room, beneath a big clock ticking away the seconds I see the chair for the first time. It is a hideous device, bolted on elevated platform and a rubber mat. It has heavy brackets with electric cables leading from the back to a wall control panel covered with lights and switches. Worn leather straps, arm and ankle grips hang from the sides of the chair. A helmet is rested on the back post. There is a gurney in the corner waiting for...me.
"Go on!" they force me to the chair. I stop on the black rubber mat in front of it. They spin me around and I am seated in the last chair I will ever use. Its cold and hard. As I note the hard bottom of the chair, the guards have slipped the first of ten straps around my body. This strap is around my waist and it forces me back into the chair. They systematically fasten a strap around each knee and ankle rendering my legs completely immobile. The guards rise and move to secure a strap around my chest. Its tight and virtually squeezes my breath away as my back is left rigid against the chair. Finally, the guards strap each elbow and wrist to the chair arm, leaving my desire to escape a figment of my dreams. I notice a mirror on the right. I look into it and, for the first time, see what I look like bald. My heart is pounding as I begin to see suits and a few dresses in front of my naked, helpless body. My eyes meet the eyes of these people, witness and the press. Their heads move back and they inhale as they see me mounted like a prize on the chair. The men look at my engorged penis pulsing with each heartbeat. I see the warden with a paper approaching me:
“Please, give your name and surname”. Shivering I confirm my personal data.
“You have been found guilty of first degree murder and have been sentenced to suffer pain and die in the electric chair, according to all proper procedures of this state. That sentence will now be carried out. May God have mercy upon your soul. Do you have any last statement?”
I hesitate but try to say something with my trembling voice.
“ I regret for what I had done 10 years ago. It was fatal mistake. I was drunk and on drugs. Later I have been trying to change and hoped to stay alive. I plead guilty and confess my crime. But I cannot bring back life to those two people I murdered that time. Thus I feel I have to pay the ultimate penalty. I just had to do it and I beg God's mercy upon my soul for it".
Tears are flowing down my face, I am sweating. The audience is petrified, there is absolute silence except of a soft praying voice of chaplain. Three long minutes pass, then the warden announces: "Let justice be served, proceed with the execution!" He nods with and gives a signal. Someone enters the chamber. This is a hooded man coming to the chair.
"When all is ready, I will hit you with three electric shock cycles 2000 volts at 7.5 amps, 240 volts at 1.5 amps and 500 volts at 7.5 amps, each one minute long. Then I will repeat the process again. They are sure to kill you, but if you are still alive, you'll receive the next jolt, until it brings the effect" he explains roughly and places a black blindfold over my eyes. "It will keep the eyeballs from being ejected from their sockets by the jolt of electricity" he says and makes it very tight. I feel him rub an ointment on my head. A smear really. He does not spend the time to massage it into my skin. A cold, watery device is placed on my head. It is the electrode with a wet sponge attached to it. The salt water runs down my cheek. A strap from the helmet in fastened tightly under the chin. I can feel him screw the electrode cable onto the helmet. It has become one with my head. It is painful, I moan and feel each twist of the screw in the jaw. He then pushes my head on the back of the chair and wraps a strap around it to make sure it stays there. My heart is really pounding now. I can feel a cold electrode being strapped on my right smooth leg. This takes only a few seconds. There is a silence again. I try in vane one time to break loose. Suddenly, cotton is jammed up my right nostril--then the left. "What is this!," I try to ask. I cannot breath. I twist my lips, gasping for air. I fight for each breath. I hear some buttons clicks and metallic noise of levers pulled. The generators begin to hum.
I am extremely tensed now. My calves and arms are pressed against the strap, fingers are clenched on the chair arms, cock is erect and pulled out from the g-strings. My feet, which are in the air and cannot reach the floor, is the only body part able to move a little. Toes are desperately seeking some footrest. My body is covered now with a cool, excessive sweat. I AM JUST HORRIFIED!!!...
SNAP.
A flash blinds my covered eyes. My body jumps against the straps. Leg muscles are obviously torn, tendons broken. My jaws clench and teeth cut the tongue.
2,000 volts of electric current slam into my head. It courses its way through the chest, through the right hip and leg and finds the calf electrode. It makes each muscle to contract, causing grotesque ripples in my skin. The leg muscles are contorting and tearing apart in a vain attempt to break loose from the death chair. Body temperature rises causing skin to turn bright red. Blood vessels burst in my nose. Eyeballs are squeezed against the black blindfold. For the next three minutes, the current is alternated between 2,000 and 500 volts. Wisps of steamy smoke rise from between my legs and from the top of the head electrode. My heart is still working but enters serious arrhythmia. In spite of the over-sized, electrode on the head, the electricity has selected just a small path of least resistance in my head to follow. Other parts of my brain are fully alive, until they run out of oxygen from lack of blood. I am feeling terrible, excruciating, inhumane pain, I experience every second of my agony. A little bit of smoke rises from my head. The heat from the current has mused much of the salt water to evaporate, leaving open contact of the newly-shaved flesh with the electrode. My cock explodes with a massive amount of white creamy semen, shortly afterwards leaks stream of urine. The electricity is off. My body drops on the chair. I can see some blinks, my toes and fingers tremble. I cannot breathe, my chest is on fire. Then I am hit by the next jolt. The pain subsides, the last thing I feel is a smell of burning flesh...
Justice has been done.
The guards are relentless and professional, pick me up, hold my arms firmly and drag me inside through the steel door. I look around apprehensively. The room is huge, with concrete walls and floor, lit by harsh lamps. I am stopped, still my arms grabbed by the guards and someone puts a cigarette in my mouth. I make several deep breaths allowing the smoke to flow smoothly into my lungs. I feel tingling in the chest and become wired. This makes me calm down a bit, I don't scream any more, thus I have a minute to browse around. The acrid smell of transformers and wire insulation is teasing my nose. In the middle of the room, beneath a big clock ticking away the seconds I see the chair for the first time. It is a hideous device, bolted on elevated platform and a rubber mat. It has heavy brackets with electric cables leading from the back to a wall control panel covered with lights and switches. Worn leather straps, arm and ankle grips hang from the sides of the chair. A helmet is rested on the back post. There is a gurney in the corner waiting for...me.
"Go on!" they force me to the chair. I stop on the black rubber mat in front of it. They spin me around and I am seated in the last chair I will ever use. Its cold and hard. As I note the hard bottom of the chair, the guards have slipped the first of ten straps around my body. This strap is around my waist and it forces me back into the chair. They systematically fasten a strap around each knee and ankle rendering my legs completely immobile. The guards rise and move to secure a strap around my chest. Its tight and virtually squeezes my breath away as my back is left rigid against the chair. Finally, the guards strap each elbow and wrist to the chair arm, leaving my desire to escape a figment of my dreams. I notice a mirror on the right. I look into it and, for the first time, see what I look like bald. My heart is pounding as I begin to see suits and a few dresses in front of my naked, helpless body. My eyes meet the eyes of these people, witness and the press. Their heads move back and they inhale as they see me mounted like a prize on the chair. The men look at my engorged penis pulsing with each heartbeat. I see the warden with a paper approaching me:
“Please, give your name and surname”. Shivering I confirm my personal data.
“You have been found guilty of first degree murder and have been sentenced to suffer pain and die in the electric chair, according to all proper procedures of this state. That sentence will now be carried out. May God have mercy upon your soul. Do you have any last statement?”
I hesitate but try to say something with my trembling voice.
“ I regret for what I had done 10 years ago. It was fatal mistake. I was drunk and on drugs. Later I have been trying to change and hoped to stay alive. I plead guilty and confess my crime. But I cannot bring back life to those two people I murdered that time. Thus I feel I have to pay the ultimate penalty. I just had to do it and I beg God's mercy upon my soul for it".
Tears are flowing down my face, I am sweating. The audience is petrified, there is absolute silence except of a soft praying voice of chaplain. Three long minutes pass, then the warden announces: "Let justice be served, proceed with the execution!" He nods with and gives a signal. Someone enters the chamber. This is a hooded man coming to the chair.
"When all is ready, I will hit you with three electric shock cycles 2000 volts at 7.5 amps, 240 volts at 1.5 amps and 500 volts at 7.5 amps, each one minute long. Then I will repeat the process again. They are sure to kill you, but if you are still alive, you'll receive the next jolt, until it brings the effect" he explains roughly and places a black blindfold over my eyes. "It will keep the eyeballs from being ejected from their sockets by the jolt of electricity" he says and makes it very tight. I feel him rub an ointment on my head. A smear really. He does not spend the time to massage it into my skin. A cold, watery device is placed on my head. It is the electrode with a wet sponge attached to it. The salt water runs down my cheek. A strap from the helmet in fastened tightly under the chin. I can feel him screw the electrode cable onto the helmet. It has become one with my head. It is painful, I moan and feel each twist of the screw in the jaw. He then pushes my head on the back of the chair and wraps a strap around it to make sure it stays there. My heart is really pounding now. I can feel a cold electrode being strapped on my right smooth leg. This takes only a few seconds. There is a silence again. I try in vane one time to break loose. Suddenly, cotton is jammed up my right nostril--then the left. "What is this!," I try to ask. I cannot breath. I twist my lips, gasping for air. I fight for each breath. I hear some buttons clicks and metallic noise of levers pulled. The generators begin to hum.
I am extremely tensed now. My calves and arms are pressed against the strap, fingers are clenched on the chair arms, cock is erect and pulled out from the g-strings. My feet, which are in the air and cannot reach the floor, is the only body part able to move a little. Toes are desperately seeking some footrest. My body is covered now with a cool, excessive sweat. I AM JUST HORRIFIED!!!...
SNAP.
A flash blinds my covered eyes. My body jumps against the straps. Leg muscles are obviously torn, tendons broken. My jaws clench and teeth cut the tongue.
2,000 volts of electric current slam into my head. It courses its way through the chest, through the right hip and leg and finds the calf electrode. It makes each muscle to contract, causing grotesque ripples in my skin. The leg muscles are contorting and tearing apart in a vain attempt to break loose from the death chair. Body temperature rises causing skin to turn bright red. Blood vessels burst in my nose. Eyeballs are squeezed against the black blindfold. For the next three minutes, the current is alternated between 2,000 and 500 volts. Wisps of steamy smoke rise from between my legs and from the top of the head electrode. My heart is still working but enters serious arrhythmia. In spite of the over-sized, electrode on the head, the electricity has selected just a small path of least resistance in my head to follow. Other parts of my brain are fully alive, until they run out of oxygen from lack of blood. I am feeling terrible, excruciating, inhumane pain, I experience every second of my agony. A little bit of smoke rises from my head. The heat from the current has mused much of the salt water to evaporate, leaving open contact of the newly-shaved flesh with the electrode. My cock explodes with a massive amount of white creamy semen, shortly afterwards leaks stream of urine. The electricity is off. My body drops on the chair. I can see some blinks, my toes and fingers tremble. I cannot breathe, my chest is on fire. Then I am hit by the next jolt. The pain subsides, the last thing I feel is a smell of burning flesh...
Justice has been done.
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