Stephanie fried on the chair
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Preston County Correctional facility: Death row. Cell block 12.
Friday April 27th :: 11:45 p.m.
Stephanie sat in her cell starring blankly into space with her hands in her lap. It was quiet. Death row is often a place for solace and contemplation. The men and women who have inhabited these very cells have given long hours of deep thought. Most of it about their very own lives and ultimately their death. The Preston county death row was especially known as a place that one would never want to end up. Their yearly quota for executions was unmatched and, often time, the conditions were less than comforting.
Stephanie sat in silence as she ran her sentencing through her mind. She remembers it vividly. The court room was full that day. The crimes she committed had made headlines for weeks and the trials were ridden with an outlandish media frenzy. She stood up next to her lawyer with her soft eyes peering at the judge. She had hoped to god, that if convicted, she would only get life. But she didn't want that either. She wanted to go home. She wanted to sleep in her own bed. She wanted to be free.
The judge took the note from the bailiff and looked at it for a moment. "Stephanie King, You have been found guilty by a court of law for the murder of 16 individuals. I hereby sentence you to death by electrocution which will be carried out at an undisclosed date and time. May god have mercy on your soul." Down came the gavel.
Stephanie couldn't believe her ears. She became frantic. Her lawyer went to reach around and give her a hug, but the guards had grabbed her my the arms to escort her out of the court room. She was crying. How did this happen?
And here she was. Stricken with the most unimaginable emotions. She thought a lot about how she was going to be executed. She had seen the electric chair in movies and pictures. Never in a million years did she ever think it would be the very thing that would take her life. She thought about being strapped into that gruesome contraption preparing to meet the worst kind of torture known to man. But her spirit was strong. She was going into this with as much dignity as she could muster. If the state had the final word, then she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.
Her last request was to receive a pedicure and manicure. The head matron ordered in a beauty specialist to grant Stephanie's last wishes. She came in around 1:00 p.m. the day before the execution to proceed with the work. Stephanie sat on the edge of the bed as the manicurist pulled out her tackle box of supplies.
"So, your THEE Stephanie King? I read a lot about you in the papers.", Said the manicurist. Stephanie gave a slight smile and nodded yes. As the matron watched from outside the cell, the two chatted. "I'm sorry to hear about your plight. I can't imagine what you must be going through."
"Well, it isn't easy. I think I've finally accepted my fate. I know that what I did was justified. I keep telling myself that I committed no crime in the the eyes of the lord. I believe it." said Stephanie.
"What about the chair? Are you afraid of the chair?"
"Yes. A little. It really hasn't even sunk in yet. I mean, there is nothing that I can do except pray that the governor will grant me a stay of execution. At any rate, I just hope it comes quick and painless."
After the manicurist finished, Stephanie spread her fingers before her face and smiled. She felt so human again. She felt like a beautiful woman completely free from her own reality. She rubbed her hands over one another and gave out a joyous giggle. "Well, honey, I'll be praying for you. You hang in there.", said the manicurist as she packaged up her things and got up to leave. Stephanie stood up and gave her a hug. "Thank you."
That afternoon, the head matron brought in her dinner on a plastic tray. Dinner consisted of a bologna and cheese sandwich, an apple and a glass of milk. As she sat up against the concrete wall on her bed nibbling at the sandwich she looked at her newly pedicured toes. Just then, the warden paid a visit. "Cell number 12! Open!?, shouted one of the guards down the hall. The warden came in and pulled up a chair in front of her.
"Hello darling. How are you his fine evening?" Stephanie looked blankly ahead trying to push him out of her sight. "I just wanted to take this time and explain to you tomorrow's scheduling." Stephanie threw the sandwich down on the plate and crossed her arms. She wanted to cry.
"Look, I know this is hard. This isn't easy for anybody. Just trust me. It will all be over before you know it. I've assisted hundreds of executions. They all go quick. You will too." The warden paused for a moment and cracked his knuckles. "You will be given an outside recess at approximately 10:30 in the morning. That will last for about an hour. Then you will be taken back to your cell until your last meal. This will be served around 5:00. After which, you will be taken to the prepetory room for a shower. We will also be inserting cotton plugs into your vagina and anus. This is to prevent any accidents when the execution commences. Then you will wait in your cell until we are ready to proceed with the execution. It will be relatively quick. You'll be lead into the chamber, strapped into the chair, electrodes will be adhered to your head and left calf, the switch will be thrown. That is scheduled at approximately 9:00."
Stephanie wiped a single tear from the side of her cheek and continued to look blankly into space. The rage within her was swelling. A million questions were running through her head. Why was this happening? She was supposed to be in the middle of her Junior year at college. She was supposed to be worrying about midterms and boyfriends. She was supposed to be working part time as a waitress and spending her weekends at the club getting drunk with her friends. This wasn't supposed to be happening. How did it come to this? Stephanie fell asleep that night with visions of her crime running through her head. That memory still burns deep within her. The men who had brutally raped and murdered those women got exactly what was coming to them. An eye for an eye. And now, it has all come full circle. Tomorrow night she would meet her fate head on with the electric chair.
Preston County Correctional facility: Death Row. Cell block 12.
10:15 p.m. Saturday
Stephanie woke up and relieved herself in the toilet situated to the left of her bed. This was the last day. She couldn't believe it. She took a moment and prayed for the governor to call. She wanted so badly to have more time. After drying herself off, she stood up and glanced at her shiny fingernails. "Well, if this is happening, at least my nails look good." Two matrons presented themselves at her cell door and walked in. "Okay honey, you've got an hour outside." They lead her by handcuffs out into the hallway, After sitting on a bench in the yard, she was brought back in where she sat in her bed propped up against the wall finishing the letters that she was writing to her friends. Since she was on death watch, she wasn't allowed anything pointy and sharp, so they let her use a small laptop computer to compose her messages. If only she had an internet connection. She could update her face book. The hours ran down until one of the matrons came by for a visit. "Dear, we are getting the kitchen ready for dinner. Can I have your last meal request?" Stephanie wasn't hungry. How could she eat at a time like this? But what if the governor calls? I mean, it might not be her least meal. She simply ordered a plate of toast with strawberry jam and a cup of hot chamomile tea. At 5:00, her entree was served on a plastic tray. She drank some of the tea and nibbled a few bites off of the toast. She was hoping that the tea would calm her nerves a bit, but it did nothing. She could feel herself get more and more anxious. Her emotions were a wreck. She kept pacing in a circle in her cell trying to come to terms with what was happening. The other prisoners on the death row knew that today was her day. I bet they were sad to see such a nubile young woman leave them so soon. She definitely didn't belong within these halls.
After a short time, the warden and two matrons came in to escort Stephanie to the prepetory room. She was handcuffed behind her back and lead down the long hallway to a medical-type room situated near the outside entrance. She was told to remove her prison uniform and step into the industrial grade shower. She walked in with a bar of soap and continued to wash herself with the warm running water. It felt so good having that refreshing warm shower caress her fear stricken agile body. After given a a towel and a robe to dry off with, she was then lead into the examination area where she was made to sit on the edge of the medical table. "Now honey, we are required to prevent any accidents that the victim might have during the execution. It's been known that the first jolt of electricity will often cause the bladder and sphincter to tighten up and release any remaining waste within the body. We are going to stuff you up with cotton plugs, so you'll have a much cleaner execution. It won't hurt, but might be slightly uncomfortable." Stephanie wasn't okay with any of this, but there wasn't much she could do. The matron made her spread her legs and proceeded to fit a custom made plug into her vagina. Stephanie looked away in embarrassment. "There you go. Now, that wasn't so bad was it? Now turn around and bend over. Stephanie did as she was told and was soon meet with a soft fluffy ball-like feeling being shoved into her asshole. She let out a quiet grunt as the cotton plug pressed up against her anal walls. She clenched her fist softly. Stephanie turned around and sat back down on the medical table. "Umm.. on more thing... You will have to be seated in the chair naked." Stephanie's eyes widened in disbelief. "What!? I didn't agree to this!" "Sorry honey, but with the amount of electricity that is being used, clothing can be extremely flammable. This is to prevent any mishaps that might happen during the process. You can keep the robe until it is time." Stephanie shot the matron a dirty look and then rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Just because you see me as cold blooded killer whose life is about to be taken by the state, you can just treat me with disrespect. Well, fuck you."
Preston County Correctional facility: Death Row. Cell block 12.
Friday April 28th :: 7:25 p.m. Saturday
Stephanie was once again handcuffed and lead back to her cell. This was it. It was now only mere minutes until she was to be crucified for her sins. She sat on her bed wondering what she would've been doing right now had she not committed that horrible crime all those years ago. How different her life would have ended up?
Down the hall, the warden met with the executioner in the death chamber. "Everything ready to go?" Said the warden as the executioner was busying himself setting the controls to right dialed amount. "Yeah, everything is running smoothly so far." Earlier that day, the executioner had made a few minor regulatory adjustments to the chair. He always goes through a step by step process for every execution. First, he filled a bucket with specially enhanced saline water solutions and dropped in two yellow sponges. Next, he sprayed and wiped down the chair with a disinfectant and then checked the straps to make sure they were in tip top shape. The head electrode looked okay as well. Although, some of the copper on it is starting to discolor-ate. He inspected the calf electrode as well. After going through his normal check routine, he noticed that one of the connections from the generator was corroded slightly. He unplugged the cable and wiped it dry with a rag. He hoped this wouldn't cause any problems. Sometimes when there is moisture in the air, it can cause some of the connections to corrode.
Around this time, the witnesses started to arrive. They all piled into the small room facing the death chamber. Although with a curtain in front of the window, no one could see the chair yet. They were all very excited to see the young Stephanie King fry.
Stephanie sat in silence wearing the cottony soft robe. It was cold in death row tonight. She couldn't believe she had to do this naked. She closed her eyes tight and prayed hard for the governor to call. Just then she heard the front entrance door open and people chattering. Were they coming to get her? She started breathing a little heavier. Was this it? "Shit.", she mumbled to herself. Two matrons and the warden walked slowly up to her cell door.
"Stephanie, it's time to go."
Her eyes started to swell with tears as she stood up. She wiped her cheeks and waved her hands in front of her in a nervous action. "Please, just a little more time. I know the governor is going to call. Please just a little more time." Stephanie began to plead. The cell door opened and the two matrons walked in and proceeded to apprehend Stephanie. They untied her robe and yanked it off. One of the matrons manhandled the handcuffs around Stephanie's wrists as they both started to push her into the hallway. She was resistant, but those guards were much too forceful. She dragged her feet on the ground. The other death row inmates starred out of their cells watching her make her last mile. She let out a whimper in fear. Every nerve was stricken with numbness. They walked closer and closer to the steel door which lead into the death chamber. They stopped. Stephanie began to give way and crumbled to the floor, but the guards caught her and held her in place. "Oh god! No.", she started to cry. "Please don't do this. I want to go home. I don't belong here." Suddenly the door opened and they made their way in. Stephanie spotted the chair right away. It was a gruesome looking throne sitting atop a short platform in the middle of the floor. The room was bright white. Thick brown leather straps dangled off the chair. The wood was a high gloss shining off the fluorescent lighting from above.
They moved closer and closer to the chair. Stephanie was now getting hysterical. The Executioner stood off to the side next to the control panel entry way surveying the process. The matrons circled Stephanie around in front of the chair and pushed her down into it. Stephanie slumped hard on the wooden seat and found herself surrounded by both matrons who were just about to finish their end of the job. She tried getting out of the chair once, but she was easily pushed back down. As her handcuffs were being removed, one of the matrons grabbed her right arm and placed it on the armrest where she folded over one of the straps over her wrist. She buckled it tightly and ran the excessive belt through the loop. The other matron did the same with her left arm. They then fixed her soft feminine biceps to the chair with the additional arm harness. There was no escape now. Stephanie watched their every move in nervousness. She was breathing heavier and heavier. The two matrons then knelt down and placed Stephanie's ankles in the small wooden stockade at the base of the chair. There, they adhered her ankles with buckled straps. Stephanie winced in discomfort as one of the guards tightly squeezed the belt around the right leg. Next came the stomach strap and then the chest strap. These were meant with special attention and were stretched across her body constricting any wild movement. She sat there completely immobile with tears in her eyes. She balled her fist against the end of the armrest and sobbed faintly. The warden put his hands behind his back and motioned for one of the guards to see to the witness area. They were about to pull the curtain. The matrons stepped back slowly and double checked a few of the straps to make sure that they were good and stiff. Stephanie looked into each of their eyes and whispered, "Why? Please..........."
The executioner walked toward stephanie and tried to avoid eye contact. He pulled the bucket of saline solution from behind the chair and fetched out a soaking wet yellow sponge. After fixing the sponge into the ankle electrode, he clamped the metal device around her left calf and fastened it with the copper buckle. The tightness of the clamp forced some of the water to run down her leg. It was cold. He then stood up and fetched another soaking wet sponge where he placed it directly on top of her head. Her hair was soft and silky. Stephanie felt the cold liquid saturate into her hair. Then the copper plated head piece was brought out from behind the chair and secured slowly around the top of her head. The headpiece was covered in a black vinyl cover with the protruding metal connection sticking upward. The sponge squished under the cap further saturating her hair with the cold saline water. A chin strap was brought down and buckled below her jaw line. Stephanie kept whispering aloud. "Please...... No...... I beg you. Don't do this to me. I'm sorry....." The executioner than grabbed the thick black cable from the floor and tightened it through the head piece connection on top of her head. It felt heavy and her neck felt strained. But her neck might have felt strained because of the stress that she was enduring. The warden gave the nod to open the witness curtain. When it did, Stephanie was faced with twelve people who had come to see her fry. She looked around. She didn't recognize anyone. Not even her lawyer showed up. She started to sob. The witnesses starred straight ahead at the bound naked girl as she sat there motionless and scared. She looked frail and awkward strapped into that monstrosity of a contraption. Her build wasn't meant to be seated in something so barbaric and crude.The warden stepped up and pulled a piece of paper out of his suit jacket. He read.
"Stephanie King, you have been hereby sentenced to death by means of electrocution in the electric chair by a jury of your peers in accordance to Tennessee state law. A current of no less than 2,000 volts at a cycle of 60 watts shall now pass through your body. Administered current will pass through your body as many times deemed necessary until you are declared dead by myself and the chief medical examiner."
"Do you have any final statements?"
She continued to sob quietly to herself when the executioner went to reach for the mouth gag. It was a strip of thick brown leather that situated itself over the victims mouth and behind the head. Stephanie whimpered aloud from behind the gag. Tears ran down her cheek. Then suddenly, everything went dark. A black leather face mask was brought down over her and strapped from behind the chair. A nose hole was cut out so she could breath. The gag was constraining her already manic heaving. There were padded bubbles of fabric which fit over the eyes keeping her eye lids tightly shut. Her chest raised and lowered against the straps as she breathed heaver. As the face mask was being buckled from behind the chair through specially designed slits in the wood, her head felt constrained and secure against the back of the chair. Her anxiety was now on overload. She let out one last muffled stutter and then continued to inhale intensely out of her nose. She arched her hand upward as to try to get up. It was no use. The executioner walked back to the control room and dialed in the round of jolts. After pushing a few buttons to arm the generator, he placed his hand on the switch and waited for the warden to give the signal.
Stephanie was now in the throes of torture. She knew it was coming. Why hadn't the governor called? What if he is on the phone right now trying to get through? Her mind went black. She couldn't even think. She almost felt weak and dizzy like she was going to faint. She wished she had. her skin felt prickly and sensitive. She gripped the edge of the arm rest with all her might just waiting for the worst to happen. The warden looked at the clock behind the chair and waited for the second hand to reach twelve.
8:59:40.......... 8:59:45.......... 8:59:50.......... 8:59:55.......... 9:00:00 The phone on the wall sat in silence. The warden looked at Stephanie and said to himself. "May god have mercy on your soul." He looked at the executioner and nodded. The executioner nodded back and gripped the handle of the switch. He pulled it down and the magnetic strips of conductors met. The generator whirled a quick snapping and poping sound. Suddenly 2,000 volts of electricity was let loose into the wires leading to Stephanie's left leg and head.
Before she even knew what happened, a bright white spark jabbed into her eyes and her jaw clamped tight as her body was thrown against the leather straps. Her hands fisted into a tight ball and shot up against the wrist restraints. Her nails still looked shiny and new. Her feet tightly bound to the chair stockade curled up and tried to jump from it's confines. Her stomach muscles tightened and tense up. It looked like she was lifting weights and the muscles in her abs were getting exercised harshly. Her biceps struggled against the belts and jerked violent spasms. The witnesses looked on in horror. It was quite the gruesome sight to behold. She had arched her back protruding her bouncy breasts upward, but the strong leather band prevented her from jolting out of the seat. She felt the electricity surge back and forth between the electrodes and each time it ran upward, she wanted to convulse her rigid frame out of the deadly apparatus. But it was no use. She was conscious, but felt out of control. Why wouldn't she just let go already? The buzz feeling completely had her pinned. Her thighs began to develop beads of sweat on her silken legs. Soon, her whole naked body seemed to glow and glisten from the moisture trying to escape her skin. After exactly one minute, the executioner flipped the switch upward to turn it off. The generator once again pooped a loud noise and the electricity ceased. Her body flopped lifelessly back into the chair's stranglehold.
Smoke twinkled in the air and remained heavy around her head. The medical examiner came forward and placed a cold stethoscope over Stephanie's chest. Suddenly, she came out of the shock and gasped a swallow of air that she managed to suck through the gag and face mask. She moaned aloud. Her body felt like ti was on fire. Especially her leg. The medical examiner stepped back in surprise and looked at the warden. His eyes perplexed. "She's not dead!" The warden gave the call to send another 2,000 volts immediately.
Again, the executioner pulled the switch unleashing an avalanche of electricity into poor Stephanie. She tensed once again. Her mouth was extremely dry. Her tongue pressed up to the roof of her mouth and she could almost taste melting copper. Her eyes tightly bound by the pads in the face mask shot straight toward the back of the her head. Her skin was starting to turns a beat red almost as if she had been tanning under the hot sun. The executioner laid his left hand one one of the voltage dials and raised the amount of wattage. She continued to twitch and have seizure fits. Suddenly after about 45 seconds, a bright white spark shot out from the generator. Everyone jumped. The warden ordered for the machine to be shut down. She's sure to be dead now. The executioner turned the switch off and gripped a pair of heavy duty gloves hanging on the wall. Again, Stephanie's body jerked back downward into the chair. He hands opened and draped lethargically over the edge of the arm rest. She was still very much aware of her surroundings. Her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth and dry as the desert. She couldn't unclamp her jaw. The executioner ran over the generator and unscrewed one of the connections. He had noticed the corrosion had been fried. The warden walked over. "What's the matter?" The executioner laid the cable on the ground and stepped back into his control room. "Shit. I knew this was going to be a problem." He looked for another cable to use, but found nothing. The warden followed. "What are going to do? We need to get on with this." The executioner thought for a moment. "Well, my only solution is the raise the power. I think that the corrosion on the connector isn't allowing for the right amount of voltage to pass through. That would explain why she isn't dead yet. So, we'll have to compensate, but pumping more juice through the transistor. " The executioner walked back to the generator, wiped off as much corrosion as he could with a dry rag and reattached the cable.
Stephanie sat in torture. Her body was bright red like the shell of a well cooked lobster. It glistened in the lighting and balls of sweat rolled off of her skin onto the wood of the chair. The wrist straps were stained wet with bodily excretion that seeped out of her skin. Her blonde hair seemed to frizz from the static electricity that hung in the air. Her body seemed to emit a faint white steam. The sponges between the electrodes were, however, still very moist. The executioner ran back into the control room and turned the voltage dial from 2,000 to 2,750. No one would ever survive this. He once again slumped the switch downward release the vicious electrical attack on her poor body. Like clockwork, her body became rigid against the restraints as the lethal surge poured down over her. The executioner kept an eye on the generator. No sparks this time, Stephanie's mind went black and she felt the last wave of hollowness take her over. She had ceased to be living as this moment. At least her brain was. She felt the last rush of an intense tingle and blacked out. Her body remained tensed and strained. At last, the executioner stopped the machine and nodded to the medical examiner to check on her. As he walked up, the strong smell of burning flesh filled his nose. He wiggled his nose and placed the stethoscope over her chest once again. In doing so, the cold metal of the instrument touching her cooked skin released a crackleg sound and emanated a short burst of steam. He couldn't believe it. There was still a heart beat. It was short and faded, yet nevertheless, it was there. The witnesses and the warden looked on feverishly. The medical examiner stepped back and shot a look at the executioner. "I think one more outta do it. I'm still getting some life signs."
The executioner shook his head in frustration. "Aright. That's it. No more games. It's time for this bitch to fry." He dialed the voltage the an astonishing 4,000. This has never been done before. He was a little worried that the body would catch fire, but he didn't care. He wanted to just get this over with. He gripped the handle and pulled once again. This made the overhead light dim slightly as the power burst into Stephanie's poor unconscious body. Because she hadn't had the tightness in her muscles to support against this round, her body simply flailed in spastic rhythms. It jerked lifelessly back and forth between the straps. Her knees wanted to lock together, but then widened back with a brute force. The smoke began to get heavier and heavier. Her hands bounced up and down in the wrist belts. Her head remained immobile. Finally after a whopping TWO minutes, the executioner pulled the switch off. The overhead lights turned bright once again. The medical examiner again checked to see if there were any signs of life left in this poor body. He pressed the stethoscope close to her chest and heard nothing. He nodded to the executioner and then the warden. After looking at his watch he jotted down some notes in his log book.
-Stephanie King. Inmate #6926985. Pronounced dead: 9:21p.m.-
White smoke hung thick in the air. Poor Stephanie's body was overheated and cooked. The guard on the other side of the window closed the curtain and thanked the witnesses for attending the night's event. They all got up and left their seats. The warden walked over and gave a pat on the back to the executioner. "Thank god that is debacle is over." The warden said. The executioner flipped on the overhead fans and responded, "I've never seen anyone take that much voltage before. I damn near had this thing cranked up to 4,000. I was afraid we were going to set that poor girl on fire." The matrons stepped forward and began to unfasten the leather restraints. Stephanie's skin was bright red and sweaty. First, they unstrapped her biceps and wrist belts followed by the chest and stomach. Her skin was raw and irritated where the straps had been tied. After undoing the leg stockade straps, the executioner congratulated the matrons on a job well done. He then bent over and loosened the calf electrode. Out fell the damp yellow sponge. Her calf was blistered terribly and a few large bruises could be seen where the sponge was attached. He hands lied relaxed over the edge of the arm rests. The executioner stood up, walked from behind the chair and unhinged the face mask slowly. In doing so, Stephanie's head tilted to one side and rested on her shoulder. Her eyes were closed and the circles under eyes had darkened. He then removed the gag. A splatter of spit and foam was smeared across her mouth as it gapped open. Next, the chin strap to the head piece was disconnected and the cap was raised up off of her head. Her forehead was blistered and bruised. Some of her hair had turned white and was burned from where the sponge made the connections. The strong smell of burning hair wafted in the room.
She sat there in a completely relaxed state. Totally shut off from the world. It was as if she was never a person at all. Just then, the prison autopsy chief walked in pushing a stretcher. The executioner stood by poor Stephanie as she still sat draped in the clutches of the evil chair. "Hi, How are you?. We got another one for you."
The autopsy chief took a quick glance at the beautiful young woman. "Quit a looker isn't she?" The executioner helped hoist her expressionless frame out of the chair and onto the stretcher where she lied stiff and rigid. After a white sheet was pulled over her naked body, the autopsy chief strolled her out of the room and down the hall to the medical ward. The executioner took out a spray bottle and wiped the chair down one good last time before shutting off the lights to go home.
Just then, the phone on on wall rang. As the executioner went to lock the chamber door, he ran back in to answer it.
"Hello? Oh, hi governor. Uh huh.... Ok...... Well, it's already been done. Yeah..... We just finished. Okay then. Bye."
the end.
Friday April 27th :: 11:45 p.m.
Stephanie sat in her cell starring blankly into space with her hands in her lap. It was quiet. Death row is often a place for solace and contemplation. The men and women who have inhabited these very cells have given long hours of deep thought. Most of it about their very own lives and ultimately their death. The Preston county death row was especially known as a place that one would never want to end up. Their yearly quota for executions was unmatched and, often time, the conditions were less than comforting.
Stephanie sat in silence as she ran her sentencing through her mind. She remembers it vividly. The court room was full that day. The crimes she committed had made headlines for weeks and the trials were ridden with an outlandish media frenzy. She stood up next to her lawyer with her soft eyes peering at the judge. She had hoped to god, that if convicted, she would only get life. But she didn't want that either. She wanted to go home. She wanted to sleep in her own bed. She wanted to be free.
The judge took the note from the bailiff and looked at it for a moment. "Stephanie King, You have been found guilty by a court of law for the murder of 16 individuals. I hereby sentence you to death by electrocution which will be carried out at an undisclosed date and time. May god have mercy on your soul." Down came the gavel.
Stephanie couldn't believe her ears. She became frantic. Her lawyer went to reach around and give her a hug, but the guards had grabbed her my the arms to escort her out of the court room. She was crying. How did this happen?
And here she was. Stricken with the most unimaginable emotions. She thought a lot about how she was going to be executed. She had seen the electric chair in movies and pictures. Never in a million years did she ever think it would be the very thing that would take her life. She thought about being strapped into that gruesome contraption preparing to meet the worst kind of torture known to man. But her spirit was strong. She was going into this with as much dignity as she could muster. If the state had the final word, then she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.
Her last request was to receive a pedicure and manicure. The head matron ordered in a beauty specialist to grant Stephanie's last wishes. She came in around 1:00 p.m. the day before the execution to proceed with the work. Stephanie sat on the edge of the bed as the manicurist pulled out her tackle box of supplies.
"So, your THEE Stephanie King? I read a lot about you in the papers.", Said the manicurist. Stephanie gave a slight smile and nodded yes. As the matron watched from outside the cell, the two chatted. "I'm sorry to hear about your plight. I can't imagine what you must be going through."
"Well, it isn't easy. I think I've finally accepted my fate. I know that what I did was justified. I keep telling myself that I committed no crime in the the eyes of the lord. I believe it." said Stephanie.
"What about the chair? Are you afraid of the chair?"
"Yes. A little. It really hasn't even sunk in yet. I mean, there is nothing that I can do except pray that the governor will grant me a stay of execution. At any rate, I just hope it comes quick and painless."
After the manicurist finished, Stephanie spread her fingers before her face and smiled. She felt so human again. She felt like a beautiful woman completely free from her own reality. She rubbed her hands over one another and gave out a joyous giggle. "Well, honey, I'll be praying for you. You hang in there.", said the manicurist as she packaged up her things and got up to leave. Stephanie stood up and gave her a hug. "Thank you."
That afternoon, the head matron brought in her dinner on a plastic tray. Dinner consisted of a bologna and cheese sandwich, an apple and a glass of milk. As she sat up against the concrete wall on her bed nibbling at the sandwich she looked at her newly pedicured toes. Just then, the warden paid a visit. "Cell number 12! Open!?, shouted one of the guards down the hall. The warden came in and pulled up a chair in front of her.
"Hello darling. How are you his fine evening?" Stephanie looked blankly ahead trying to push him out of her sight. "I just wanted to take this time and explain to you tomorrow's scheduling." Stephanie threw the sandwich down on the plate and crossed her arms. She wanted to cry.
"Look, I know this is hard. This isn't easy for anybody. Just trust me. It will all be over before you know it. I've assisted hundreds of executions. They all go quick. You will too." The warden paused for a moment and cracked his knuckles. "You will be given an outside recess at approximately 10:30 in the morning. That will last for about an hour. Then you will be taken back to your cell until your last meal. This will be served around 5:00. After which, you will be taken to the prepetory room for a shower. We will also be inserting cotton plugs into your vagina and anus. This is to prevent any accidents when the execution commences. Then you will wait in your cell until we are ready to proceed with the execution. It will be relatively quick. You'll be lead into the chamber, strapped into the chair, electrodes will be adhered to your head and left calf, the switch will be thrown. That is scheduled at approximately 9:00."
Stephanie wiped a single tear from the side of her cheek and continued to look blankly into space. The rage within her was swelling. A million questions were running through her head. Why was this happening? She was supposed to be in the middle of her Junior year at college. She was supposed to be worrying about midterms and boyfriends. She was supposed to be working part time as a waitress and spending her weekends at the club getting drunk with her friends. This wasn't supposed to be happening. How did it come to this? Stephanie fell asleep that night with visions of her crime running through her head. That memory still burns deep within her. The men who had brutally raped and murdered those women got exactly what was coming to them. An eye for an eye. And now, it has all come full circle. Tomorrow night she would meet her fate head on with the electric chair.
Preston County Correctional facility: Death Row. Cell block 12.
10:15 p.m. Saturday
Stephanie woke up and relieved herself in the toilet situated to the left of her bed. This was the last day. She couldn't believe it. She took a moment and prayed for the governor to call. She wanted so badly to have more time. After drying herself off, she stood up and glanced at her shiny fingernails. "Well, if this is happening, at least my nails look good." Two matrons presented themselves at her cell door and walked in. "Okay honey, you've got an hour outside." They lead her by handcuffs out into the hallway, After sitting on a bench in the yard, she was brought back in where she sat in her bed propped up against the wall finishing the letters that she was writing to her friends. Since she was on death watch, she wasn't allowed anything pointy and sharp, so they let her use a small laptop computer to compose her messages. If only she had an internet connection. She could update her face book. The hours ran down until one of the matrons came by for a visit. "Dear, we are getting the kitchen ready for dinner. Can I have your last meal request?" Stephanie wasn't hungry. How could she eat at a time like this? But what if the governor calls? I mean, it might not be her least meal. She simply ordered a plate of toast with strawberry jam and a cup of hot chamomile tea. At 5:00, her entree was served on a plastic tray. She drank some of the tea and nibbled a few bites off of the toast. She was hoping that the tea would calm her nerves a bit, but it did nothing. She could feel herself get more and more anxious. Her emotions were a wreck. She kept pacing in a circle in her cell trying to come to terms with what was happening. The other prisoners on the death row knew that today was her day. I bet they were sad to see such a nubile young woman leave them so soon. She definitely didn't belong within these halls.
After a short time, the warden and two matrons came in to escort Stephanie to the prepetory room. She was handcuffed behind her back and lead down the long hallway to a medical-type room situated near the outside entrance. She was told to remove her prison uniform and step into the industrial grade shower. She walked in with a bar of soap and continued to wash herself with the warm running water. It felt so good having that refreshing warm shower caress her fear stricken agile body. After given a a towel and a robe to dry off with, she was then lead into the examination area where she was made to sit on the edge of the medical table. "Now honey, we are required to prevent any accidents that the victim might have during the execution. It's been known that the first jolt of electricity will often cause the bladder and sphincter to tighten up and release any remaining waste within the body. We are going to stuff you up with cotton plugs, so you'll have a much cleaner execution. It won't hurt, but might be slightly uncomfortable." Stephanie wasn't okay with any of this, but there wasn't much she could do. The matron made her spread her legs and proceeded to fit a custom made plug into her vagina. Stephanie looked away in embarrassment. "There you go. Now, that wasn't so bad was it? Now turn around and bend over. Stephanie did as she was told and was soon meet with a soft fluffy ball-like feeling being shoved into her asshole. She let out a quiet grunt as the cotton plug pressed up against her anal walls. She clenched her fist softly. Stephanie turned around and sat back down on the medical table. "Umm.. on more thing... You will have to be seated in the chair naked." Stephanie's eyes widened in disbelief. "What!? I didn't agree to this!" "Sorry honey, but with the amount of electricity that is being used, clothing can be extremely flammable. This is to prevent any mishaps that might happen during the process. You can keep the robe until it is time." Stephanie shot the matron a dirty look and then rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Just because you see me as cold blooded killer whose life is about to be taken by the state, you can just treat me with disrespect. Well, fuck you."
Preston County Correctional facility: Death Row. Cell block 12.
Friday April 28th :: 7:25 p.m. Saturday
Stephanie was once again handcuffed and lead back to her cell. This was it. It was now only mere minutes until she was to be crucified for her sins. She sat on her bed wondering what she would've been doing right now had she not committed that horrible crime all those years ago. How different her life would have ended up?
Down the hall, the warden met with the executioner in the death chamber. "Everything ready to go?" Said the warden as the executioner was busying himself setting the controls to right dialed amount. "Yeah, everything is running smoothly so far." Earlier that day, the executioner had made a few minor regulatory adjustments to the chair. He always goes through a step by step process for every execution. First, he filled a bucket with specially enhanced saline water solutions and dropped in two yellow sponges. Next, he sprayed and wiped down the chair with a disinfectant and then checked the straps to make sure they were in tip top shape. The head electrode looked okay as well. Although, some of the copper on it is starting to discolor-ate. He inspected the calf electrode as well. After going through his normal check routine, he noticed that one of the connections from the generator was corroded slightly. He unplugged the cable and wiped it dry with a rag. He hoped this wouldn't cause any problems. Sometimes when there is moisture in the air, it can cause some of the connections to corrode.
Around this time, the witnesses started to arrive. They all piled into the small room facing the death chamber. Although with a curtain in front of the window, no one could see the chair yet. They were all very excited to see the young Stephanie King fry.
Stephanie sat in silence wearing the cottony soft robe. It was cold in death row tonight. She couldn't believe she had to do this naked. She closed her eyes tight and prayed hard for the governor to call. Just then she heard the front entrance door open and people chattering. Were they coming to get her? She started breathing a little heavier. Was this it? "Shit.", she mumbled to herself. Two matrons and the warden walked slowly up to her cell door.
"Stephanie, it's time to go."
Her eyes started to swell with tears as she stood up. She wiped her cheeks and waved her hands in front of her in a nervous action. "Please, just a little more time. I know the governor is going to call. Please just a little more time." Stephanie began to plead. The cell door opened and the two matrons walked in and proceeded to apprehend Stephanie. They untied her robe and yanked it off. One of the matrons manhandled the handcuffs around Stephanie's wrists as they both started to push her into the hallway. She was resistant, but those guards were much too forceful. She dragged her feet on the ground. The other death row inmates starred out of their cells watching her make her last mile. She let out a whimper in fear. Every nerve was stricken with numbness. They walked closer and closer to the steel door which lead into the death chamber. They stopped. Stephanie began to give way and crumbled to the floor, but the guards caught her and held her in place. "Oh god! No.", she started to cry. "Please don't do this. I want to go home. I don't belong here." Suddenly the door opened and they made their way in. Stephanie spotted the chair right away. It was a gruesome looking throne sitting atop a short platform in the middle of the floor. The room was bright white. Thick brown leather straps dangled off the chair. The wood was a high gloss shining off the fluorescent lighting from above.
They moved closer and closer to the chair. Stephanie was now getting hysterical. The Executioner stood off to the side next to the control panel entry way surveying the process. The matrons circled Stephanie around in front of the chair and pushed her down into it. Stephanie slumped hard on the wooden seat and found herself surrounded by both matrons who were just about to finish their end of the job. She tried getting out of the chair once, but she was easily pushed back down. As her handcuffs were being removed, one of the matrons grabbed her right arm and placed it on the armrest where she folded over one of the straps over her wrist. She buckled it tightly and ran the excessive belt through the loop. The other matron did the same with her left arm. They then fixed her soft feminine biceps to the chair with the additional arm harness. There was no escape now. Stephanie watched their every move in nervousness. She was breathing heavier and heavier. The two matrons then knelt down and placed Stephanie's ankles in the small wooden stockade at the base of the chair. There, they adhered her ankles with buckled straps. Stephanie winced in discomfort as one of the guards tightly squeezed the belt around the right leg. Next came the stomach strap and then the chest strap. These were meant with special attention and were stretched across her body constricting any wild movement. She sat there completely immobile with tears in her eyes. She balled her fist against the end of the armrest and sobbed faintly. The warden put his hands behind his back and motioned for one of the guards to see to the witness area. They were about to pull the curtain. The matrons stepped back slowly and double checked a few of the straps to make sure that they were good and stiff. Stephanie looked into each of their eyes and whispered, "Why? Please..........."
The executioner walked toward stephanie and tried to avoid eye contact. He pulled the bucket of saline solution from behind the chair and fetched out a soaking wet yellow sponge. After fixing the sponge into the ankle electrode, he clamped the metal device around her left calf and fastened it with the copper buckle. The tightness of the clamp forced some of the water to run down her leg. It was cold. He then stood up and fetched another soaking wet sponge where he placed it directly on top of her head. Her hair was soft and silky. Stephanie felt the cold liquid saturate into her hair. Then the copper plated head piece was brought out from behind the chair and secured slowly around the top of her head. The headpiece was covered in a black vinyl cover with the protruding metal connection sticking upward. The sponge squished under the cap further saturating her hair with the cold saline water. A chin strap was brought down and buckled below her jaw line. Stephanie kept whispering aloud. "Please...... No...... I beg you. Don't do this to me. I'm sorry....." The executioner than grabbed the thick black cable from the floor and tightened it through the head piece connection on top of her head. It felt heavy and her neck felt strained. But her neck might have felt strained because of the stress that she was enduring. The warden gave the nod to open the witness curtain. When it did, Stephanie was faced with twelve people who had come to see her fry. She looked around. She didn't recognize anyone. Not even her lawyer showed up. She started to sob. The witnesses starred straight ahead at the bound naked girl as she sat there motionless and scared. She looked frail and awkward strapped into that monstrosity of a contraption. Her build wasn't meant to be seated in something so barbaric and crude.The warden stepped up and pulled a piece of paper out of his suit jacket. He read.
"Stephanie King, you have been hereby sentenced to death by means of electrocution in the electric chair by a jury of your peers in accordance to Tennessee state law. A current of no less than 2,000 volts at a cycle of 60 watts shall now pass through your body. Administered current will pass through your body as many times deemed necessary until you are declared dead by myself and the chief medical examiner."
"Do you have any final statements?"
She continued to sob quietly to herself when the executioner went to reach for the mouth gag. It was a strip of thick brown leather that situated itself over the victims mouth and behind the head. Stephanie whimpered aloud from behind the gag. Tears ran down her cheek. Then suddenly, everything went dark. A black leather face mask was brought down over her and strapped from behind the chair. A nose hole was cut out so she could breath. The gag was constraining her already manic heaving. There were padded bubbles of fabric which fit over the eyes keeping her eye lids tightly shut. Her chest raised and lowered against the straps as she breathed heaver. As the face mask was being buckled from behind the chair through specially designed slits in the wood, her head felt constrained and secure against the back of the chair. Her anxiety was now on overload. She let out one last muffled stutter and then continued to inhale intensely out of her nose. She arched her hand upward as to try to get up. It was no use. The executioner walked back to the control room and dialed in the round of jolts. After pushing a few buttons to arm the generator, he placed his hand on the switch and waited for the warden to give the signal.
Stephanie was now in the throes of torture. She knew it was coming. Why hadn't the governor called? What if he is on the phone right now trying to get through? Her mind went black. She couldn't even think. She almost felt weak and dizzy like she was going to faint. She wished she had. her skin felt prickly and sensitive. She gripped the edge of the arm rest with all her might just waiting for the worst to happen. The warden looked at the clock behind the chair and waited for the second hand to reach twelve.
8:59:40.......... 8:59:45.......... 8:59:50.......... 8:59:55.......... 9:00:00 The phone on the wall sat in silence. The warden looked at Stephanie and said to himself. "May god have mercy on your soul." He looked at the executioner and nodded. The executioner nodded back and gripped the handle of the switch. He pulled it down and the magnetic strips of conductors met. The generator whirled a quick snapping and poping sound. Suddenly 2,000 volts of electricity was let loose into the wires leading to Stephanie's left leg and head.
Before she even knew what happened, a bright white spark jabbed into her eyes and her jaw clamped tight as her body was thrown against the leather straps. Her hands fisted into a tight ball and shot up against the wrist restraints. Her nails still looked shiny and new. Her feet tightly bound to the chair stockade curled up and tried to jump from it's confines. Her stomach muscles tightened and tense up. It looked like she was lifting weights and the muscles in her abs were getting exercised harshly. Her biceps struggled against the belts and jerked violent spasms. The witnesses looked on in horror. It was quite the gruesome sight to behold. She had arched her back protruding her bouncy breasts upward, but the strong leather band prevented her from jolting out of the seat. She felt the electricity surge back and forth between the electrodes and each time it ran upward, she wanted to convulse her rigid frame out of the deadly apparatus. But it was no use. She was conscious, but felt out of control. Why wouldn't she just let go already? The buzz feeling completely had her pinned. Her thighs began to develop beads of sweat on her silken legs. Soon, her whole naked body seemed to glow and glisten from the moisture trying to escape her skin. After exactly one minute, the executioner flipped the switch upward to turn it off. The generator once again pooped a loud noise and the electricity ceased. Her body flopped lifelessly back into the chair's stranglehold.
Smoke twinkled in the air and remained heavy around her head. The medical examiner came forward and placed a cold stethoscope over Stephanie's chest. Suddenly, she came out of the shock and gasped a swallow of air that she managed to suck through the gag and face mask. She moaned aloud. Her body felt like ti was on fire. Especially her leg. The medical examiner stepped back in surprise and looked at the warden. His eyes perplexed. "She's not dead!" The warden gave the call to send another 2,000 volts immediately.
Again, the executioner pulled the switch unleashing an avalanche of electricity into poor Stephanie. She tensed once again. Her mouth was extremely dry. Her tongue pressed up to the roof of her mouth and she could almost taste melting copper. Her eyes tightly bound by the pads in the face mask shot straight toward the back of the her head. Her skin was starting to turns a beat red almost as if she had been tanning under the hot sun. The executioner laid his left hand one one of the voltage dials and raised the amount of wattage. She continued to twitch and have seizure fits. Suddenly after about 45 seconds, a bright white spark shot out from the generator. Everyone jumped. The warden ordered for the machine to be shut down. She's sure to be dead now. The executioner turned the switch off and gripped a pair of heavy duty gloves hanging on the wall. Again, Stephanie's body jerked back downward into the chair. He hands opened and draped lethargically over the edge of the arm rest. She was still very much aware of her surroundings. Her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth and dry as the desert. She couldn't unclamp her jaw. The executioner ran over the generator and unscrewed one of the connections. He had noticed the corrosion had been fried. The warden walked over. "What's the matter?" The executioner laid the cable on the ground and stepped back into his control room. "Shit. I knew this was going to be a problem." He looked for another cable to use, but found nothing. The warden followed. "What are going to do? We need to get on with this." The executioner thought for a moment. "Well, my only solution is the raise the power. I think that the corrosion on the connector isn't allowing for the right amount of voltage to pass through. That would explain why she isn't dead yet. So, we'll have to compensate, but pumping more juice through the transistor. " The executioner walked back to the generator, wiped off as much corrosion as he could with a dry rag and reattached the cable.
Stephanie sat in torture. Her body was bright red like the shell of a well cooked lobster. It glistened in the lighting and balls of sweat rolled off of her skin onto the wood of the chair. The wrist straps were stained wet with bodily excretion that seeped out of her skin. Her blonde hair seemed to frizz from the static electricity that hung in the air. Her body seemed to emit a faint white steam. The sponges between the electrodes were, however, still very moist. The executioner ran back into the control room and turned the voltage dial from 2,000 to 2,750. No one would ever survive this. He once again slumped the switch downward release the vicious electrical attack on her poor body. Like clockwork, her body became rigid against the restraints as the lethal surge poured down over her. The executioner kept an eye on the generator. No sparks this time, Stephanie's mind went black and she felt the last wave of hollowness take her over. She had ceased to be living as this moment. At least her brain was. She felt the last rush of an intense tingle and blacked out. Her body remained tensed and strained. At last, the executioner stopped the machine and nodded to the medical examiner to check on her. As he walked up, the strong smell of burning flesh filled his nose. He wiggled his nose and placed the stethoscope over her chest once again. In doing so, the cold metal of the instrument touching her cooked skin released a crackleg sound and emanated a short burst of steam. He couldn't believe it. There was still a heart beat. It was short and faded, yet nevertheless, it was there. The witnesses and the warden looked on feverishly. The medical examiner stepped back and shot a look at the executioner. "I think one more outta do it. I'm still getting some life signs."
The executioner shook his head in frustration. "Aright. That's it. No more games. It's time for this bitch to fry." He dialed the voltage the an astonishing 4,000. This has never been done before. He was a little worried that the body would catch fire, but he didn't care. He wanted to just get this over with. He gripped the handle and pulled once again. This made the overhead light dim slightly as the power burst into Stephanie's poor unconscious body. Because she hadn't had the tightness in her muscles to support against this round, her body simply flailed in spastic rhythms. It jerked lifelessly back and forth between the straps. Her knees wanted to lock together, but then widened back with a brute force. The smoke began to get heavier and heavier. Her hands bounced up and down in the wrist belts. Her head remained immobile. Finally after a whopping TWO minutes, the executioner pulled the switch off. The overhead lights turned bright once again. The medical examiner again checked to see if there were any signs of life left in this poor body. He pressed the stethoscope close to her chest and heard nothing. He nodded to the executioner and then the warden. After looking at his watch he jotted down some notes in his log book.
-Stephanie King. Inmate #6926985. Pronounced dead: 9:21p.m.-
White smoke hung thick in the air. Poor Stephanie's body was overheated and cooked. The guard on the other side of the window closed the curtain and thanked the witnesses for attending the night's event. They all got up and left their seats. The warden walked over and gave a pat on the back to the executioner. "Thank god that is debacle is over." The warden said. The executioner flipped on the overhead fans and responded, "I've never seen anyone take that much voltage before. I damn near had this thing cranked up to 4,000. I was afraid we were going to set that poor girl on fire." The matrons stepped forward and began to unfasten the leather restraints. Stephanie's skin was bright red and sweaty. First, they unstrapped her biceps and wrist belts followed by the chest and stomach. Her skin was raw and irritated where the straps had been tied. After undoing the leg stockade straps, the executioner congratulated the matrons on a job well done. He then bent over and loosened the calf electrode. Out fell the damp yellow sponge. Her calf was blistered terribly and a few large bruises could be seen where the sponge was attached. He hands lied relaxed over the edge of the arm rests. The executioner stood up, walked from behind the chair and unhinged the face mask slowly. In doing so, Stephanie's head tilted to one side and rested on her shoulder. Her eyes were closed and the circles under eyes had darkened. He then removed the gag. A splatter of spit and foam was smeared across her mouth as it gapped open. Next, the chin strap to the head piece was disconnected and the cap was raised up off of her head. Her forehead was blistered and bruised. Some of her hair had turned white and was burned from where the sponge made the connections. The strong smell of burning hair wafted in the room.
She sat there in a completely relaxed state. Totally shut off from the world. It was as if she was never a person at all. Just then, the prison autopsy chief walked in pushing a stretcher. The executioner stood by poor Stephanie as she still sat draped in the clutches of the evil chair. "Hi, How are you?. We got another one for you."
The autopsy chief took a quick glance at the beautiful young woman. "Quit a looker isn't she?" The executioner helped hoist her expressionless frame out of the chair and onto the stretcher where she lied stiff and rigid. After a white sheet was pulled over her naked body, the autopsy chief strolled her out of the room and down the hall to the medical ward. The executioner took out a spray bottle and wiped the chair down one good last time before shutting off the lights to go home.
Just then, the phone on on wall rang. As the executioner went to lock the chamber door, he ran back in to answer it.
"Hello? Oh, hi governor. Uh huh.... Ok...... Well, it's already been done. Yeah..... We just finished. Okay then. Bye."
the end.
Electric chair isn't really my thing but this is very well done - builds the tension nicely
Thanks a lot! But you are the master of the stories with those complete series. You should put them on a book.
Oh man, I read while reading hot and cold. Terrific .... thank you.
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