Lethal injection table

Nicki is a young women. She was arested alongside her boyfriend. While there was no evidence that she sold drugs, the prosicutors got her on conspiracy charges . the case was weak. Under pressure from her lawyer ,she cop a plea. She would serve six mounths in prison.  This is her story. 

My first day in prison did not go so bad. It was mostly going though the intake process and orientation. I got put in my orange jumpsuit and shown to my cell. After a day i decided that i could do this. Then there was day two, my first real day in prison. That was a very different story. 

I was woken up out of bed. I showered with other inmates. We dried off. I had breakfast. I was introduced to my work detail. I did janitorial duty. It was not too difficult.  The day had been prety easy until i was introduced to the daily afternoon activity.   One i had to do everyday until ny sentence was complete.  It took me totally by surprise. 

I had eaten lunch in the mess hall. It was prison food but it was not terable.it could have been a lot worse i supposed.  I expected to be taken back to my cell. That was not what happened.  

I was shackled. I was put in hand cuffs, waist and feet shackles. I was getting use to it at this point. It was becoming part of my life.  I wore flip flops.  My feet were bare other then the sandles. 

I was getting a bit apprehensive.  I was expecting to be returned to my cell. I was sent to a totaly different ward. Several doors were opened.  Then i saw a sign that really had me woried. It said death watch area. Why was i being brought hear? 

I tried to renane calm. I tried not to panic. There had to be a logical reason for this.  There had to be a plausible explanation.  

Then i was escorted to the death chamber. I saw the gurnery where a condemned is given the ultimate punishment.  The harshest a mortal can administer to a fellow mortal.  The door closed. 

I felt claustrophobic.  What was thus? What was going on? Was this some kind if coast cutting scheme.  Were they secrerly killing prisoners and then covering it up?  Would they say it was an accident?  A dusease ir infection of blame it on other inmates. This could not be happening?  Yet it was. 

I had been a college student. While my parents helped out i worked to pay for colege. I knew he delt drugs. He sold pot. It was not heroin or hard stuff. Besides several sates gad legalized drugs ie at least decriminalized it. Besides our governor praricaly snorted during press conferences.  Now i was in prison even though i had nothing to do with the underlining crime. Now i feard i was about to be the victom of some kind of purging. I feard prison oficials were engaging in some kind of eugenics and i was viwed as a homo inferior.  

The door slamed shut. It was some kund of automatic door. I was realy worried.  I felt so trapped.  “Your probably wondering what is going on i will explain ” the gaurd in charge said. 

I was wondering what was going on.i was not sure i wanted to know. I stayed calm.”ok” was all i could get out. 

“All inmates are required to spend two hours tied up to a gurnery every day. Your hands and feet will be in restraints.  Because you canot leave you wear a diaper while on the table.” the gaurd said.

I was shocked and stuned. Not only would i be tied to a table used for execution but i would not be alowed to use the bathroom.  I had to wear a diaper and use it either that or potentially be very very uncomfortable.  

They unchackled me. I was told to remove my flip flops. I kicked them off. I told to remove my orange pants.i pulled down the pants and took them off. I was ordered to remove my panties. The panties were generic white granny panties. I was now bottomless.  

A female gaurd took out a diaper from a drawer. She pulled it off. They spread it on the exam table.  I was instructed to hop on the table i took a deep breath and then complied with the ‘request’. 

A female gaurd pondered my bikini area with bsby powder. It felt weird. The diaper was closed. They put a plastic panty over the diaper.  I was told to get comfortable.  I was going to be hear for a while. 

I was told to spread my arms out. I did so. My arms were placed in straps.  It did occur to me that they could be lying to me. I realy had no choice. My legs were out togather abd restrained.  I was told i could sleep or do whatever.

I did have a pillow.  The table was metal. It was extremely uncomfortable.  They left me alone in the room.

I could not move. I could not wiggle. I could not do anything.  I had some itches. I could not adjust myself. All i could was lay there.  

Time seemed to stop. Two houers might as well been two hundred years. I thought for sure that my time was up.  I had no acess to a time peace. I am not sure i wanted to know.

I was beyound bored. I tried to sleep but i could not. I tried to disteact myself. It did not work. I hated this. I had to pee. I did not want to soil my diaper.it got worse and worse.  I was determined not to use the diaper. The discomfort only got worse. 

I decided to pee into the diaper.  I could not do it. I tried and tried . i relaxed and let go.pee was released. It felt good. I kept going.

I just wanted this over. Finaly the gourds returned.  I was released from my restraints.  My diaper was removed.  A female guard gave me a sponge bath. I was alowed to put my underwear and pants back on. I was returned to my cell. 

I was free. Tomorrow i would do it again.   Then of course i would do it again and again until my sentence was over.  

The end. 

Notes 

This is not based on reality. This is totaly made up.  It is a work if fiction and fantasy. No reserch was done.  

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