Synopsis: Arround year 2050 Denmark are under strict rule from
the European Union where bizarre judgements are handed out the
corrupt regime downthere.

This story is about one monday in Curt's life, where stress
caused problems with his work. Hopefully it would remain fiction
and in order to secure that it remains so, remember to vote "No"
everytime more commitment are called for by the European Union.

Author: JensenDenmark

Title: MONDAY
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1. Preparation
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It was just one of those days. Everything had been wrong from the
morning.

The cat had woken him by hitting him on his nose, while he was
sleeping. We had run out of milk without anyone saying so. The
hot water in the shower didn't only last a few minutes because
they had an old boiler. The kids were impossible and wouldn't
leave their warm bed in order to go to school. The windows on his
car were frozen, so he had to use almost a half hour to defrost
them, so he could drive. Of course, he came late for work.

And now there were no batteries in his calculator.

Curt sat back in his chair remembering how his life had come to
this.

Back in the previous century Denmark had voted No to the European
Community.

But after some selling out of the power in Denmark the politician
had fooled the voters by setting old proposals up to renewed
voting several times. The Danish population got so tired of
denying the same proposals up to 10 times, that they finally
votes Yes at last.

More than 20 years went by. The demographic composition of the
population changed and suddenly there was a majority of the
population demanding tougher laws against several kinds of
crimes. They wanted laws like in the Middle East. First only for
followers of their own conviction, but soon the rules were
scattered out to cover the entire population.

Done was done. All European countries threw out the Article 6
regarding death sentence.

Mandatory death sentences were handed out on several crimes.

In Denmark the parliament decided that the method used for
execution should be hanging. As a former parking attendant Curt
was obvious for the job. Normally he was very satisfied with his
job, but sometime it simply could be too stressful.

Today work plan consisted of two executions and 3 convicted for
speeding, which meant public flogging.

Curt was angry. The two persons destined for execution had been
weighted and now he had to calculate the length of the rope. To
short and his team would have to use too much time. Even his
department was under a strict budget by the government. Each
execution must last only 15 minutes. If the person did not break
his or her neck, the entire process could exceed the time limit
for those kinds of operations. To long a rope could result in
decapitation. It would be messy and then they would use too much
time on cleaning.

He used a calculator for so long that he was no good doing mental
calculation. Well. 90 kilos it meant roughly 1 meter and 80 cm.
He could not be more exactly. Perhaps it would work. He looked at
his watch. "Oh. No. The first flogging session is about to start
in 10 minutes." He hurried out of the door.

2. Flogging of the first offender
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In the flogging room the TV-crew was almost ready. The session
was sold to the public as paid-per-view. The names of the
offenders could be read on text-TV or the prisons homepage, so
interested parties could buy those sessions in which persons they
knew were punished. Another great idea from the European
Parliament!

"Where is the offender?" Curt was hurrying his employees. They
must be ready very soon. The man from the camera crew pointed at
his watch. "He is waiting next door and have been dressed." Each
offender was wearing a kind of padded coat, which covered every
part of his body except the offender's buttock. The padded coat
was used to protect vital organ like the kidneys or bone
structure from being hit accidentally.

"Bring him in. We need a sound test." The offenders were gagged
almost every time but with cameras mounted on the trestle just
above the buttocks and in front of the offenders face, it was
very important that the microphones were adjusted.

"Action." The crew used a camera mounted on a tripod to cover the
scene where the offender was led in the room. It was a young man.
He had got his drivers license just a year ago and had race
against some friends. They have all been discovered by the
satellite surveillance, which covered all Denmark. A hidden CCTV
camera along the roadside was activated and filmed the car with
driver and passengers. Now they all were about to receive 10
strokes with the rubber whip because it was their first offense.

They young man was shouting when he saw the trestle. Two officers
were needed to drag him over. What a fight he put up. The door
opened and two officers joined in so they were four persons to
strap him down. At last he was lying on his stomach in the
H-shaped trestle. His hands and feet were fastened with leather
cuffs. A wide leather strap secured him to the padded bench in
the middle of the trestle. When the young man was strapped so he
couldn't move the officers moved away.

"Cut. It was excellent. Now it is time for the sound test."
Everybody knew that a sentence of 10 strokes actually meant 11-14
strokes because the entire crew needed to adjust the microphones
depending whether the offender chose a gag or not.

Curt approached the young man "Would you take a gag. It would
mean fewer strokes to the sound adjustment." "Yes" the young man,
answered grieved.

A bit-gag was produced and shuffled into the offender's mouth.
Curt went behind the trestle where he took the whip. It was a
rubber whip with nine tails. It would not break the skin but sure
leave red marks.

Curt practiced golf in his spare time and the movement in a golf
swing was similar to his movement when he used the whip. "Smack!"


"Mrpffff." The young man whimpered when he felt the pain
spreading in his body after the initial blow.

"Good. Perfect sound" said one from the camera crew. "Are you
ready?"

"Yes." "Action".

One of the officers stepped forward and read the verdict from the
court. "Jesper Petersen. The court of Elsinore has found you
guilty of speeding. By the law you are to be lashed 10 times with
the rubber whip."

Curt moved around behind the trestle and then started the
punishment.

"1!" CRACK "2!" CRACK "3!" CRACK "4!" CRACK. The young man stated
some unintelligible sounds. It could be cries but due to the gag
it was impossible to understand.

"5!" CRACK "6!" CRACK "7!" CRACK. Curt took his time. People who
choose to drive in a car which exceed the speed limit know the
consequences. It does not matter if they are passengers or the
driver. All in the car gets the same punishment, if they are
adult. Only people under 15 years don't get punished. People
under 18 get their punishment within a month after they had their
18'Th birthday.

The body of the young man shivered and tears ran down over his
face.

"8!" CRACK "9!" CRACK "10!" CRACK. The buttocks of the young man
were reddish, clearly as result of the punishment. Curt knew that
it would take some days before the young man would be able to sit
down without pain.

"Release the prisoner and take him to the infirmary." The
officers stepped forward and released him. With some trouble he
was able to stand on his own feet and on his way out he shook
Curt's hand. Curt then knew that the young man had accepted his
punishment and supposed that they never would have to meet again.
The door closed behind the young man.

"Cut! It was excellent"

Curt and his crew checked the trestle. If the offender pees
during the proceedings, they have to clean the trestle before the
next offender is brought in.

3. The second offender
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Curt called waiting room number 2 and asked for the next offender
to be brought in. He signaled the camera crew to get ready and
turned to his assistant. "What is the next offender to be
punished for?" "It is the girlfriend of the first offender. She
was passenger in the car. She is 18. But she has to be punished
for two offenses. She was also a passenger in her father's car,
when he was stopped a year ago. She has 15 lashed coming. The
judge got soft because she appeared in court the day after her
birthday, so he reduced her sentence by 5 lashed. She actually
committed the crime on her way to her birthday party where she
choose the wrong car to be passenger in."

They could hear some screaming down the hall and they positioned
themselves. "Action!"

The door opened and a screaming girl was dragged in. "No. You
can't do this to me. I didn't drive the car. Daddyyyyy!!" She
cried, as she was strapped down onto the trestle.

"Cut!"

Curt approached the poor girl. "Madam. I am sorry that I have to
do this, but you broke the law - twice. I would like to offer you
a gag. It would give you something to bite on when the punishment
is passed on to you."

The girl screamed "NOOO!! Let me free. I am innocent!" "Very well
- it is your own choice."

"Begin the sound test." The camera-crew got ready when curt took
the whip and positioned him behind the girl. He swung the whip
and hit the girl on the buttock. SMACK!! "Auuggh."

"To loud - we would adjust the volume a little. Try once more."

SMACK!! A scream came from the girl.

"Now it is perfect! Get ready for the take."

"Action!"

One of the officers stepped forward and read the verdict from the
court. "Eline Hansen. The court of Elsinore has found you guilty
of speeding on two occasions. By the law you are to be lashed 15
times with the rubber whip."

"Have mercy!" the poor girl cried.

"1!" CRACK "2!" CRACK "3!" CRACK "4!" CRACK "5!" CRACK. Screams
mixed with sopping came from the girl. Her body was trembling and
she peed on the floor.

"6!" CRACK "7!" CRACK "8!" CRACK "9!" CRACK Her body went limp.
She had passed out. Curt called the doctor. The TV-crew continued
recording. The doctor came in and listened with his stethoscope.
"She is alright. She just needs some smelling salt." The girl
came to herself. "Am I finished?"

"Madam. I am sorry. But if the doctor decides that you are fit
for your punishment, I need to administer 6 more." They all
looked at the doctor and he got quite nervous. He was used to
hold peoples destiny in his hands but normally it was sickness he
was up against. If he told people that they were Ok, it would be
a pleasant message. But he knew that what he had to say would not
be pleasant this time.

"You are fit to receive the rest of your punishment out of a
medical point of view."

"NO! NO! Have mercy! Please spare me! I can not take it!" She
broke together. The whip had conquered her and reduced her from
an almost grown woman to a sopping little girl.

Curt resumed his position. It was heartbreaking. Even for a
former parking attendant.

"10!" CRACK "11!" CRACK "12!" CRACK. The girl screamed so she ran
out of air and passed out again. Once again the doctor used his
smelling salt and once again the pleading started all over again.
"NOO! Release me."

Curt decided to finish the sentence so the girl's ordeal could be
over with.

"13!" CRACK "14!" CRACK "15!" CRACK "Release the prisoner and
take her to the infirmary." Curt was sweating. Some of the
offenders could bring on the feeling of sympathy. Curt had to be
professional; he knew that it could affect his reputation as a
whip-master, if he let his feelings control him. All offenders
must be treated equally to the law. But the punishment of this
poor girl had affected him deep inside. He just hated it and felt
that he in some way had failed his duties.

The girl was released from the trestle and she was carried out of
the room. She couldn't stand on her own.

"Cut! This was extraordinary."

4. The third offender
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"I am tired and need a break. Could we have a break?" Curt was
exhausted.

"No. I am afraid not. He is almost ready."

"Bring me some water then."

One of his officers approached him with a bottle of water.
"Relax. This next case is special. It is a private settlement.
You only have to supervise that your stand-in does not hit the
wrong places. Here is the case file."

Curt read the paper and now he remembered the case.

The offender had been a pupil on the elite school in the south of
Sealand near the town Vordingborg. When he was 17 he was accused
of raping a girl of his own age. The local court acquitted him
with the votes 2-1. His parents had paid for half of the new gym.
Soon after witnesses, which testified against seeing any kind of
rape appeared out of nowhere. The school had provided for the
justice department to send a special judge down from Copenhagen
which in the took care of rewriting some of the witnesses and the
girl's testimonies so they were not so detailed. Even the protest
from the local chief constable and the victim attorney were
pushed aside. The journal from the hospital with all records of
bruises and bleedings were accidentally put in a shredder instead
of a fax by an incompetently clerk. The judgment was announced to
the public, but the entire case was held secret and all trial
papers were sent to Copenhagen where they vanished.

After the court of Denmark had acquitted the young man, an
internal court sat down in the school. It was a secret trial not
known to the public. The headmaster and some former student
together the trial judges formed the court. Evidence was
presented and the verdict was that the parents of the offender
had to pay for the girl's education on another school abroad. The
youngster also had to be caned with the severe punishment cane
soon after he was turned 18 and also after he had got his
examine. Then nobody could claim that it was one of the students
on the school, which was going to be punished. The harassed girl
should administer 5 strokes with the cane, where after he had to
apologize to her. She would receive training so the blow could be
delivered at several places on the youngster's buttock in order
to avoid breaking of the skin. No record of either the punishment
or trial must ever exist. In fact Curt also had to write some
education in his time sheet. Curt didn't mind. Secret punishment
meant double salary in order to keep things secret.

Curt had previously trained victims of crimes so they could get
morale rehabilitation whenever the legal system could not handle
the case. Caning correctly is very difficult. But he had good
results.

Sometime it surprised Curt exactly how much the offenders were
ready to endure in order to keep their acts a secret. Caning with
the punishment cane was the most severe punishment instrument
allowed by law and very seldom-used in public. After 3 to 5
strokes there was a great risk of the skin break and leaving
scars on the offender.

The cameras were removed and three chairs were placed in the
room. One of the chairs close to where the head of offender would
be. This chair was reserved to the comforter. The other two
chairs were placed at the wall. They were for the legal
representative and a family member.

The offender was brought in dressed in his punishment coat. He
giggled a little when he saw the trestle. Curt could se that he
did not take his punishment very seriously. Curt didn't care. He
knew that this soon would change. Although private punishment and
the use of the punishment cane were seldom, he had seen it in use
and knew that the young man soon would learn his lesson.

The young man was strapped down and his father took the chair
reserved for the comforter. The lawyer and the mother of the
young man sat in the other two chairs.

Then the door opened and the young girl came in with an officer.
The officer had the cane in his hand.

When Curt saw the girl he nodded to her. He remembered her from
training. She was completely broken when he saw her the first
time. She broke into tears all time remembering what had happened
to her that night. She had been hospitalized for two days. When
she turned up for training a month after her assault, she still
had purple blotches several places on her body.

They had trained together for months using the cane on dummies
strapped down in the trestle. Curt knew that she could do her
task. It would be good for her to restore her self-respect.

The young man turned his head giggling and for a short moment he
and the girl's eyes did meet. He stopped his giggling. What he
had seen in the eyes of the girl was that he no longer was the
person in control. She meant business.

So when the officer approached him and offered him a gag, he took
it. He started to sweat and look nervous.

The girl took the cane and positioned herself a few steps away
from the trestle. A moment of silence struck the room. A pin
could have been heard if someone had dropped it on the floor.

Curt should do the counting. "1!" The girl moved forward swinging
the cane like Curt had thought her. CLASH! A perfect stroke. Curt
could see the surprised look in the eyes of the young man. For a
second he almost saw the beginning of a smile, but then the pain
kicked in. He clenched his hands. The father brushed his head
with his hand. Curt could see how shocked the mother was.

"2!" Curt had told the girl that there should be about 60 seconds
between the strokes. Shorter time would mean that the effect of a
stroke would not be complete. Offenders should feel the
punishment fully. The girl took her time position her again and
she moved forward. CLASH! Perfect blow. Not a the same place, but
just next to. The young mans body began to tremble. Tears began
to build up in his eyes. His mother started to snuffle.

"3!" The girl took her position and moved forward again. CLASH!
The entire body of the young man twitched as she hit him. He
screamed in his gag. Curt could see why. His skin broke by as
result of the stroke. Blood began to appear from the gash. The
doctor also present in the room moved in to check but soon after
he nodded a OK to proceed. "Please. Can you not see that he is
injured?" The mother rose from her chair but one of the guards
stopped her. She was forced to sit down again and began to cry.
It was clearly that the young man joined her.

"4!" After some seconds where the girl positioned herself, she
struck a forth time. CLASH! The offender peed. He seemed to have
went into some kind of shock. He had empty eyes. Drool was
appearing from his mouth. Muffled sounds were also heard.

"5!" For a final time the girl moved in. CLASH! The boy let out a
scream trough the gag. His body was shivering as his parents
surrounded him in order to comfort him.

The girl hugged Curt saying "Thanks". Then they both waited for
the young man to be released. When he was up on his feet he
approached the girl with his head down. "I am truly sorry fore
what I have put your trough."

The lawyer stepped forward. "The verdict made in private has been
fulfilled. The person judged is free to leave with his family."

The offender and his family left the room. He would however need
some medical attention before he could go home. The doctor and
the lawyer followed them out of the door.

The girl stayed for a while explaining that she now could get
this horrible experience behind her. She had been able to start
over in a new school but until now she had felt dirty. She had
not been able to wash the experience of rape of her body. This
session had meant to her, that she finally felt like a human
being again.

Curt said farewell to her and for the first time during this day
he actually felt something positive.

5. First execution - preparation
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Back in his office Curt was sitting by his desk. He was still
worried that he had miscalculated the length of the rope for the
last offender. Luckily the length of the rope for the first
person to be executed had been calculated last week.

He went to the filing-cabinet and took out the case-file:

"What do we have here? Woman 38 years - convicted for murder of
former lover."

Now he remembered. Ms. Jensen had been a member of the Danish
parliament and the parliament had to vote to waiver her immunity
in order to make her stand trail. They did and not she was going
to be hanged unless her last speech to the reprieve board would
make them change their mind.

The execution protocol demanded that the person to be executed
would have a last chance to convince to board to convert the
death sentence to life in prison instead. The speech would be
made when the offender was strapped and placed on the trapdoor
with the noose in place.

After the speech is made, the board would have two minutes to
decide whether the penalty should be death or life in prison. The
reprieve board consisted of politicians in the EU-headquarters
and they would see the speech by a TV-transmission. When one
minute had passed Curt would strap the blindfold and mouth gag on
the hood of the offender. Then the trapdoor would open after
another minute.

Curt went to the cell of Ms. Jensen. When he arrived he went
inside and greeted her: "Madam. I am your executioner for today.
Would you sit down so we can go over the procedure for the last
time?"

"OK. I am kind of nervous. Even though we have talked about it
before, it is nice to have something to talk about. Are you sure
that it would be quick?"

"Yes. We have calculated it, so your neck would snap at once."

"Who would listen to my last speech?"

"No one knows. It should be 12 members of the European
Parliament. They can't ask questions. They can only listen. If
they alter you sentence, they would press a bottom and the rope
would loosens in the ceiling and down in the chamber below a
mattress would be pushed into place by a pushing mechanism."

"So I would still drop down trough the trap door?"

"Yes. Until the last second you wouldn't know if the rope would
stop your fall or you would land on the mattress."

"Evil."

"Yes. But I think that you voted for it yourself, if I remember."

"It seems that I have made more than one mistake in my life."

"OK. But time is up. Lets prepare you"

They went to the examining room, where Ms. Jensen was toll to
undress. "Lie down on your knees at the floor. I am going to give
you a enema, so you don't would mess the floor up badly. It is
only hot water with soap but I could result in some muscle
cramps. Ready"

"Oh. Be gentle."

"I would try". Curt inserted the nozzle. He had soaked it in
soap, so it went inside very easily. Then he opened for the
water.

"Ought. It hurts."

"You will adjust. Lie still. The whole bag has to be emptied."
They waited for 3-4 minutes until the bag was empty. The Ms.
Jensen went to the toilet and relieved herself.

"I am sorry but we have to do it again so you are completely
empty." Then they went trough the procedure once again. After 2
minutes Ms. Jensen said: "It hurts. My stomach cramps and I am
starting to sweat. It is uncomfortable."

"You have to hold yourself. It would be over in just a minute."
Ms. Jensen's face did show some discomfort, but she was able to
control herself until she sat on the toilet. Relief could be read
in her face. After she stood up from the toilet she was told to
take a shower.

"Now for your dress. Take this jumpsuit on. You don't need
underwear." Ms. Jensen dressed and did not show any emotion.

"Now for you restraint. It is very important that you stand very
still on the trapdoor to avoid accidents. You won't like to
strangle slowly while you still are consciousness."

Ms. Jensen began to cry when she saw the restraints. Curt
realized that it was in that moment, that she realized what was
going to happen to her. "Relax. I would at your side to the last
moment." He hugged her and comforted her until she had got
control over herself.

"Put your arms behind you." Then he went behind her a pulled the
armbinder over her arms. He secured the straps of the armbinder
around her upper body. Finally he tightened the leather strap in
the bottom around her wrist so she was immobilized.

"Now I have to lace the armbinder. It would result in some
discomfort. Something people complain that it result in the arms
becomes asleep."

"I think that it would the least of my worries."

Curt nodded.

"Aughhhh. It is tight! Does it need to be that tight?"

"I am afraid so. And now for the hood. I have to warn you that it
looks scary."

Curt took out the leather hood. There were two openings. One for
the eyes and one for the mouth. There were buckles for the
blindfold and for a gag. "I can offer you two types of gag. A
ordinary panel gag or a gag with a gag-ball inside. If you are
afraid of losing yourself in the end the gag-ball would be
proper. The surviving relatives of your victim would be placed
behind a glass screen and attend the entire scene. You wouldn't
see them before your speech is complete because it is a special
one-way looking glass. When your speech is completed, we would
convert it to a normal window. It is your choice if you would
grant them the pleasure of seeing and hearing you if you break
down."

"I will take the gag with the gag-ball. I have been able to
control myself, but I don't know if I would be able to do it,
when the noose is around my neck."

Curt pulled the hood over Ms. Jensen's head. Then he laced it
tight. "Now you are ready. Should we proceed?"

"Do I have a choice?" Ms. Jensen started to walk in the direction
of the door.

6. First execution - in the chamber

As they went inside Ms. Jensen shuddered as she saw the hook on
which the rope should hang on. She could see a large mirror and
the other end of the chamber and understood that the witnesses
would be behind it just waiting for her life to end.

From the ceiling beside the hook there was a camera hanging down.
It was to the camera that she would state her last plea.

Ms. Jensen was directed to a marked spot in the middle of the
room. Curt took the rope with the noose and attached it to the
hook. Curt strapped two leather straps around her ankles and her
thighs.

"Now I am going to hoist the rope, so there won't be any slack.
It is to control exactly the length of your fall." Curt went to a
remote control and typed the weight and height of Ms. Jensen into
the computer.

Ms. Jensen could see the rope being hoisted slowly and she was
after some moment being pulled up on her toes. "Augh. I can
hardly breathe. How am I going to make a plea?"

"Sorry. I would adjust it a little." Curt went over the woman and
adjusted the rope, so she still was on her toes, but now her
breathing was a little better.

"Thanks"

"We have 60 seconds before the transmission to reprieve board is
open. Look at the light on the camera. When it turns green, you
can speak. I wish you the best of luck."

Ms. Jensen was nervous and starred stiff at the camera. She could
feel that she needed to pee even though she had just been to the
toilet.

The light turned green and Ms. Jensen started on her final plea.

"Dear Madams and dear Sirs. I know what I have done. I am deeply
in remorse and I know that I deserve my punishment. I can't bring
my victim back to life. However I feel, that I still can
contribute to the society. I would promise that I would spent the
rest of my life, serving the community in what way it order me
to. Spare my life...." Then she started to cry.

The light on the camera turned off. A short signal was heard.
Curt approached. "Look at the clock on the wall. It counts the
seconds before the trapdoor opens."

The mirror on the other wall changed into a glass screen. Now she
could see, who attended this event? Her mother-in-law, the wife
her lover and her children, some of her former colleagues sat in
their chairs. She could see the look in their faces. They wanted
revenge.

Sweat began to drift down from her hair under the hood. She got
some of it in her eyes. She began to cry. "Please let me live!"
She could see how the dislike building up in the eyes on the
relatives. She had stolen one of their dearest. They want her to
pay.

Curt stepped up to her. "60 seconds is gone. Open your mouth."
Ms. Jensen opened her mouth and the gag went in. Curt strapped it
tight. "And now the blindfold. Good luck. If it's the end, then
you would have peace in just a minute. Be brave." Curt could see
that she was dissolved with tears as he strapped the blindfold on
to her. Curt stepped back. Now she had to wait. He couldn't even
imaging, how it must be. It would just be evil.

Ms. Jensen's was in terror. Her entire life seems to pass by. Her
childhood. All the years in the parliament. The memories of
evening, where her lover told her that the affair they had have
been going for nearly 10 years, would have to end, because he
wouldn't leave his wife, came back to her. Her memories of him
lying on the floor stabbed by her.

Then the reality hit her. "In a few moments I am dead!" She
whetted herself and began to sop behind the mask.

Behind the glass-screen the wet spot on her suit and the slight
moments on her head, was received with delight. They had lost a
son, a husband and a father. It was finally a suitable end for
years of reliving their lost trough the trial and appeals. The
time for their demand for her to pay for their pain had come.

Curt became almost elated when he studied the posture of Ms.
Jensen. The way her trim body stood on her toe in an almost swan
like outline. It was almost sexy.

Ms. Jensen was almost losing it. "When ...?". Then she felt the
floor vanish under her.


Down in the headquarter of the European Union John sat alone in
the room. He looked at 11 empty chairs. How he just hated it.
Today it would be his call alone whether numerous persons would
have to live or die. The rule dictated that 12 persons should
discuss the fate of the offenders but everyone had voted that he
should do it alone, so they could enjoy themselves elsewhere.

Many years ago everyone in the European Parliament had to write
them selves at a list, so everyone could see, who would be
present at lunch and who not. People were getting money if they
remained on the job. But a lot the members wrote on the list and
then left. A news team filmed it and it became quite a scandal.
So now the list is very secret. People still writes that they are
on the job and soon after they are out in the city eating and
drinking with some firms, which wants them to vote according to
their agenda. Some are even at their girlfriends flat enjoying
themselves. What their wife don't know, they can't feel sorry
for.

John heard the signal informing him for the next appeal. He
almost felt like going down to get some coffee. It was always the
same. "I am innocent; Please spear me; I only killed because the
moon is made of green cheese." It was boring.

The he saw the name on the case-file. Ms. Jensen. He remembered
her. She was a good fuck. Back some year he had comforted her
after she had been whipped because she had been speeding. It led
for them to have a relationship, which lasted for month until he
obtained this position down here.

John listened to her appeal and then sat back trying to find out
what his decision should be. Should he let his personal feelings
maneuver him? Would people think that all the politicians are
covering for each other? Should he let justice count?

"What the heck" he though and pressed the bottom which signaled
his decision.


The body of Ms. Jensen dropped trough the trapdoor. Everybody
behind the glass screen rose from their chairs and expected the
rope to be pulled tight followed by some vibrating telling them
that she was being strangled in the chamber below.

Instead to their amazement they saw the rope become slack
indicating that she has been reprieved. That upset them screaming
and shouting about unjust and cover up. It was chaos. The
officers had to remove them by force.

Curt was surprised. He though that the politicians would be
afraid to reprieve this woman because then all people would claim
that they have taken special care of one of their own. Now Ms.
Jensen would be imprisoned for life instead. He rushed down in
the chamber below to congratulate her.

Ms. Jensen's was confused. She remembered her body flying trough
the air. Her bowel gave up its contents even though the enemas
should have taken care of that. Every second lasted forever. She
expected to feel a sharp pain around her neck to be the last
thing she should feel. Instead she suddenly hit something with
her feet and soon after she was lying on something soft.

Was she dead? It is how it is suppose to be when one dies? It is
so easy? She began to laugh shrilling. Her life was over and she
was cheerful. Then suddenly a bright light struck her. What is
good or the angles?

Then she saw the face of Curt. How could he be dead also? Then
she realized. She was reprieved. Now she was going to spend the
rest of her days in prison. Her laugh turned into a hysterical
crying.

"Relax Madam. I am going to release you from your restraints so
you can get a bath before you would be taken back to prison."

But Ms. Jensen had been broken. She didn't understand what he was
saying. She saw at him with disbelief. Curt knew in that second
that he would never meet the same Ms. Jensen again, who he had
spent the last weeks with. In some way she had left this world.

He called for a stretcher and Ms. Jensen was put on it to be
taken to the medical section. Curt didn't know whether she would
ever be able to leave from there or she would have to spend the
rest of her life in a straight jacket.

7. Second execution
-------------------

Curt was back in his office. His assistant had not yet come up
with some new batteries for his calculator. Time was running out,
so he had no choice but to continue with the second execution.

When he came to the examining room his officers had already
prepared the offender as they were told. Normally Curt would
spend time with the offender to go over the procedure and in some
letting the offender come to term with his destiny. But this
serial killer wouldn't even have someone talking to him.

"Ready!"

"Bring it on. Your fool!"

They went to chamber and the offender was placed on the marked
spot. The noose was adjusted. Everything was prepared for the
transmission and soon after the green light turned on.

The offender made his plead: "I have enjoy my time. That's all."

The light turned off. The counting started. Curt started to strap
the blindfold on. "See you in hell." It was the last word the
offender said before Curt strapped the panel gag on.

Curt stepped back. "Maybe it is just be the right length."

The trapdoor opened and the body of the serial killer dropped
trough it.

The rope was pulled tight, but suddenly the noose almost came up
again.

"NOOO!!" Curt knew at once what had happened. The head of the
offender had been snapped off.

Curt rushed to the chamber below. "NOOO!!" It was covered with
large spots of blood. It would take hours to clean and what about
the head.

Sayed - the doctor - came in. "What a mess! Luckily when I
studied in Saudi Arabia, I had a part-time job as the person,
which had to sew the head of beheaded offenders on again before
they can be buried as it is custom in my homeland. But the mess
you have to clean."

As Curt several hours later still were cleaning, he thought "Yet
another typically Monday!"

FINISH