Posted by The Finder on March 11, 1999 at 16:56:41:
he's sitting there in his cot. It's raining hard
outside. He can hear the branches lashing against
the walls. He sits there, in that cell which is a
separate shack appended to the back of a garage. Hmm.
A garage as a makeshift holding cell.
Soon it's almost time. They'll be coming for him. What
he did was bad. He forced himself on a co-worker
two weeks ago. It caused a lot of hard feelings
between him and her. It was supposed to be a fun date.
Despite whatever remedies the co-worker wanted her
acquainted assailant got off the hook. Such a mother
fucker she thought. But it's OK. It was soon.
He'd been there in that makeshift cell, though it
shouldn't be considered makeshift since there have
been previous tenants, the past two weeks eating
nothing but toast and apples. He did get a burger
and fries a few days ago. On this stormy night
a few hours earlier, one of the women shaved his head
and his right calf under armed guard by the other
women.
The women are a secretive lot. They comprise a small society
that believes the current system lets men off the
hook too easily for their crimes. But there are
ways around it. Like a shack attached to a garage.
Now just around the corner from the entrance to the
makeshift cell is a small room that once stored hoes,
shovels, rakes and some smaller tools as well as some
old shoes. Emptied, it now has a chair. A chair with some thick
leather restraints. Wires run out the back through the
wall.
Just outside the wall of this little room with the
chair is a contraption with a lever and it's attached
to that chair with the restraints. It's very
crude yet powerful.
For two weeks straight, the "warden" had been
telling him he was going to die by high voltage. It
may be a bit elaborate but it satisfies those who
demand it, like the co-worker he raped and was smug
over. The dreary cell, lacking diet and constant
reminder was all too much. He was even given a small
watch and calender to mark the time. The warden was
kind enough to let him know what the date was.
Even apologies didn't seem to matter.
Now came the women. The entourage consisted of the
warden who was accompanied by her uniformed assistants who
both brandished .38s. The uniforms were white dress
shirts, badge and black slacks with officers' shoes.
One was a plump black woman who was more or less kind
and attentive to some of his needs the past
two weeks. But all the same
she believed in a kind of justice. The other guard
he's never seen before. She was rather menacing. The
warden was an attractive older woman. A brunette in
her early 40s wearing a light purple business suit.
Uniforms and formality did seem to lend a visual
legitamacy to the grim (but necessary) proceedings.
The kind guard unlocked door. The warden told him
it was time. The man was sobbing hysterically but he
was in no position or condition to do much about
anything. The kind guard offered to pray to which
the warden implicitly allowed. Afterwards, the guards
grabbed him by the arms and escorted him out.
The warden opened the door to the room that once
stored the tools and shoes (and now had a chair with
straps). The man and his escorts slowly walked the
short 12 feet. It was a walk that seemed kind of slow
and torturous given his mental and physical state.
He noticed the hideous contraption on the wall to the
left. He instinctively realized what it did. After all
voltage meters and a lever on it can't mean any kind of
tickling sensation.
The man turned the corner and looked into the 10x12
room. Waiting by the chair were two beautiful women in
their 20s. Both were dressed in navy blue business
attire and in stiletto pumps, probably from Esther Wolf.
Both wore mini-skirts that were three inches above the
knee and wore some Paris essence. One was a Latina
who stood maybe 5'6 while the other was a 5'8 blond.
Both were of curvy figure. These ladies believed
the perfume would be good scented decor, for obvious reasons.
The warden never questioned the motive of these ladies
but it was assumed they too believed in a kind of justice.
The warden asked the man to be seated to which he
slowly but surely complied. He wasn't crying anymore
but was whimpering as he sat down. The Latina pulled
out the chest straps and fastened them around the man's
chest while the blond worked on his right wrist. The
Latina then strapped the left wrist. After that they
both knelt and applied the ankle straps.
The blond place the leg electrode on the man's shaved
left calf. As the man sat he was somewhat comforted
by the ladies' scent but not that that eased his mind
any. The Latina placed the electrode cap over his
newly bald head. She cinched the strap on it with her
beautifully pink fingernails. At that point the warden
stepped in a read the man's crime and sentence of death
by electrocution. As she invited the man to say his
last words she beckoned the co-worker to come over and
listen. She was patiently waiting outside under
an awning until the preparations were completed.
The man said something to the effect of her being a
bitch and to just get on with the show. The warden nodded
to the shapely executioners to place the mask on
the man. They placed a black rubber mask which reached
around his head leaving his nose open. Then they
fastened the head straps which were fastened to the
top sides of the chair. The warden motioned everyone
to leave the room which once had hammers and shovels
and now had a strapped man inside. The warden closed
the door.
Once outside, the warden noticed the kind guard leaving.
She patted the co-worker of the man on the shoulder
as she left. The warden then looked at her clock
and placed her hand on the lever of the contraption
mounted on the wall outside. She pulled it. There was
a muffled electrical noise inside the room which she
allowed for one minute. Then she flipped another switch
and pulled the lever for 30 seconds this time. The
co-worker went and opened the door and saw the man
struggle before finally resting. Soon a cleaning
crew would come in and reset everything. On this
stormy night, the thunder and lightning were fitting
for this kind of justice.