SUPER GARROTTE

    The cable around her neck was getting old. Every time she was taken anywhere she was secured by that damned cable. The only place she was free of it was in her cell, everywhere else the thing was secured each time she was left in one place for even a short time. Like now, she was in a shower room, standing with her back to the wall and that stupid cable pushed through the slot in the wall and hooked to something. She was forced to stand as two men roughly washed her. Their hands took all the liberties they wished and the final indignity was the enema, forced to stand while the tube was stuck in her ass and then forced to spread her legs and shit on the floor. She was finally clean enough and was taken to a small room nearby. In the middle of it was a tall thick post that seemed to be made in pieces. She was backed up to it and once again the cable was secured to it. In front of her was something like a lectern but other than that the room was empty of anything else except a hose and some kind of motor behind the post. She was left to stand alone and wait. Now what, she wondered, can’t be time for my execution yet. No preacher, no warden, what the hell. The door opened and the two playful men from her shower returned and with them they brought a long low cart and a rubber body bag. With them also was a woman and another man who shut the door behind them. As she stood in shock the first two parked the cart near her and unrolled the body bag. After running out the hose they quietly left and the door was locked behind them.
    The third man introduced himself as a pastor and offered to pray for and with her but all she could do was stammer her thanks for his efforts. Her eyes kept returning to the soon to be filled bag, soon to be filled with her body. She could see her shape filling the rubber, still and cooling, never to move again. Her mind raced- where’s my last meal, what about my appeal, how will they kill me, god I don’t want to die, will it hurt, not now, OH GOD WHY ME. Someone was babbling and when the woman slapped her she realized it was her doing it. 
    “Shut up and listen you little idiot. You have only a very short time to live, don’t waste any of it. Do not make me repeat myself, you won’t like it if I have to. Jean Ann Simmons - you have been found guilty of one or more capitol crimes and the courts have sentenced you to die for them. Today has been set as the time for your execution and you are now at the place ordered. You manner of death has been set and you are now prepared for that death. The cable around your neck will be tightened until it severs your neck and removes your head. There is nothing that can save you, no power can stop your execution at this point, there will be no last minute stays or pardons, the only thing that will happen is that you will die. I  suggest that you cross your arms and place your hands under them and leave them there as long as you can, you do not have the strength to interfere with the process and any attempt to will only add to your pain. You do have the option of giving the word yourself but I will only wait so long. Do you have any questions?--------No, are you ready now to give me the word, nod if you wish to direct me. You do not wish to order your own death, very well then, we’ll begin” 
    Walking to the lectern she placed a key in a switch and turned it. The motor behind the post whined to life. A second key went in another switch and was turned. Now Jean could see pushbuttons light up on the control board. Her executioner lifted a cover on one and placed her finger on it. “Are you ready to die? If you are nod or tell me now. When I push this button you have less than five seconds of life left. Good bye.”
    The soft click sounded like a gunshot in the room and instantly the hydraulic system began to tighten the cable. Jean’s hands flew to her neck but were too slow to grab the cable before it was buried in her soft throat. With crushing force it smashed the structures in her neck, her trachea was destroyed closing her airway before she could get one last breath. The major blood vessels were squeezed shut never to reopen. Her skin parted under the pressure as the steel cable  cut it’s way through her neck. The spine failed to slow it and she felt the loss of feeling in her body as the cord parted. The bones crushed and shattered  just before the cable was pulled clear and both her head and her body fell to land on the hard floor. 
    Very nice the executioner thought, quick and almost bloodless. The crushing of the neck arteries really does stop most of the blood loss. Just have to get the boys back here to bag her and wash things down and we’ll be ready for the next one.