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 ============= 1. Preparation -------------- 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 --------------------------------- 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 ---------------------- 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 --------------------- "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 -------------------------------- 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