Judith could not understand the judge’s words. “Because of your hateful crime, it is the judgment of this court that you be placed in the “special death women’s prison.” Judith was convicted of killing her husband and three young children. Her lawyer had pleaded temporary insanity, but this defense was rarely accepted. Judy had been offered help for her mental illness many times but would not show up for her therapy.

Her lawyer hugged her. Then she was lead away to begin her sentence. Her new prison cell seemed like all the others, perfectly normal. Only this cell had robotic arms installed in the ceiling. She understood their purpose. She strained to stay awake. As long as she stayed awake she would stay alive. A delicious meal of steak and potatoes was served. Afterwards she desperately needed to rest. She also knew death would not come tonight. In fact would take several days.

When she decided to finally take a short nap the machines instantly started their work. Equipped with grippers and scissors, they silently began cutting away her clothing. Just a bit at a time she lost her jeans, buttons, and then bits of her blouse. They cut and took the liberated scraps of cloth into the ceiling, away from the prisoner’s reach. Judy woke up a bit chilly. What was left of her beautiful clothes just covered her chest and private parts. She could stay awake many hours now before slumbering again.

She watched TV and read a book. Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner. She was allowed coffee and managed to stay awake all night. But she knew it was just a matter of time before the patient machines would come again. She sat on the edge of her bed and wobbled back and forth. She would lay her head on the pillow briefly but not actually sleep. The mechanical arm began to come near hovering. Judy knew they were there. Snip! She waved her arm and the machine retreated, but two bra straps were cut. And the tattered garment barely hung on.

She drifted off again for just a second. Snip! Her bra was drawn away into the ceiling. She awoke again with some renewed energy and determination. She would fight to the end to stay alive! But time was not on her side. Tick tock tick tock, scorned a clock outside her cell. Judy was only clad in her panties. Each time she dozed off the machines came close and snipped a bit of material away. Judy kept her hands on guard, but it was an impossible task. Snip! Snip! Must stay awake! Finally she was completely naked.

Next would come the enema. The machines hovered. They did not retreat as Judy glared at them, screamed, and waved her arms. The time of death was very near. Instead of scissors a new weapon was presented, a simple large enema syringe. Eventually Judy would accept the enema to be inserted into her anus. Resistance was futile. She lay on her back and relaxed. Then it was presented. All three mechanical arms were in action. Two gripped her ankles, firmly holding her legs, lifting them up a bit into the air, and spread them gently apart, while the third placed the tip of the enema bottle at the anus. Gently, patiently, applying pressure, right at the center of her anal sphincter until Judy was forced by extreme tiredness to relax, the nozzle entered. She could feel the cool contents enter deeply into her bowels.

Death would occur soon as the strong sedative and cyanide mixture did its work. Judy said goodbye to the world. She was okay now. No worries.

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