DARKNESS

Execution by gas

    The witnesses had watched quietly as the woman was brought in. The charges and the verdict were read and the sentence reviewed and explained to those present. Then she was stripped. No longer did she look like the killer she was. Suddenly she looked about ten years old and scared of the dark. Led to the chamber and belted in with the microphone taped to her chest. The mike that would let them all hear her last heartbeats. Together with a second one in the chamber to catch her gasps as the poison did it’s work. It was to be caught on camera also, a complete record of the death of a murderer.
    A last few words from the padre and the door swung shut. The clang and the sounds of it locking signaled the start of her death. What would it feel like to die? She had heard lots of stories, some said it was quick and painless. A few breaths and nothing. Others claimed it would burn like fire in her lungs, torturing her for long minutes of agony, searing her flesh and burning her blind. She figured it would be someplace in the middle. Soon she would know.
    As she waited to die she thought back on her last day alive. The early morning wake up, a breakfast that had been ordered by her but wasted. She had not been hungry. The physical and the enema, her last piss and the sealing of her holes, her ass packed with cotton balls and her piss hole filled with a rubber plug. The damned things were uncomfortable still. The belt across her waist was stiff and scratchy and she thought the cuffs on her wrists would cut her if she struggled. At least her legs and feet were free. She could kick if she wished. 
    A voice on the speaker. Telling her it was starting, suggesting that she breathe deeply and end it quickly. She wanted to tell it to go to hell but just couldn’t seem to get the words out. Was that a hissing she heard. Shit yes, the gas was coming in. Her effort to take a deep breath was stopped by her unconscious desire to live. Holding in her lungs the only pure air she had, trying to make it last forever, uselessly. The hiss grew louder as her lungs ached. The gas was filling the chamber. Then she had to breathe even at the cost of her life. The gas felt greasy as it filled her lungs and she coughed. More came in. A warming spread throughout her chest. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. The skin of her arms and legs was turning bright red before her eyes. The warmth changed into a burning that filled her body. Even her pussy was getting hot as the gas seeped inside there too. She was on fire. Panting rapidly in an attempt to, to do what? To clear her body of the poison, to blow out the fire, or to just get it over with and die. The mind trapped in the dying body had lost control and could only watch and experience the sensations sent to it by the  nerve endings exposed to the gas. The view grew fuzzy. 
    Those outside watched and listened as the gas did it’s work. The sound of her pounding heart fought with her gasps to fill the room. Her body grew redder with each breath. Hands made fists as legs thrashed wildly. Blood trickled down from a bitten lip. There was no doubt she was paying the price for her crimes.
    Inside the chamber it was hell. Fire and brimstone burned and blinded her. Then it grew quiet. The pain went away, the fires cooled, and her vision darkened. No longer did her lungs suck in the poison. From outside the sound of her breathing ceased and her racing heartbeat  slowed it’s pace. With each beat her body seemed to shrink in upon itself until it looked like a doll strapped inside he death chamber. The darkness covered her like a blanket as her body shut down in the face of the overpowering insults it had taken. A few last beats and her heart too quit. Falling into the final fibrillation before stilling forever.  It was over and the silence was broken only by a soft sobbing from one of the witnesses. She had embraced darkness with her actions and not the darkness had claimed her in return