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   Judy, there is nothing I can do in either of your cases. I had the meeting with the DA. Look there is just no easy way to say it so here it is. They\rquote re going to kill both of you. No way out, it\rquote s the most ironclad case I\rquote ve ever seen. There are the video tapes, witnesses, blood tests, physical evidence, and the police reports of the questionings. No jury is going to give either of you a break, not even reduced charges. I\rquote m sorry but there it is and nothing will change it. \par
   They did make one offer. If you both plead guilty and give up your right to appeal they will recommend to the judge that he be merciful in choosing the method of death. I know that doesn\rquote t sound like much but listen for a minute. With the passage of the last amendment to the constitution the old cruel and unusual ban was thrown out in favor of letting the punishment  fit the crime. They can do almost anything to you as they kill  you except out and out torture you just to torture you. Pain and torture as part of the execution is allowed and some people have taken hours to die. With your crimes the judge just might decide to make an example out of you two. Look at it from the public\rquote s viewpoint. You had a party, underage drinking, sex, everyone is drunk and the booze runs out. You tell Sue to come with you to drive cause she\rquote s not as drunk as you are. She hits and kills some grandmother and then you both run. The police chase you, more crashes, you stop only after the collision with the bus. Three dead total, several more badly injured including a cop that may never walk again. Your home security system catches everything at the party on tape including your statement about being too drunk to drive. The cameras in the cop cars record most of the rest. You resist arrest, admit to having too much to drink and then blame those you hit for being in the way. Let\rquote s face it Judy, they just may roast you over a slow fire and you might be lucky if that\rquote s all they do. They really want to get to the business of punishing you two as soon as they can and are willing to let you get off easy if it can happen quickly. I know its not much but I\rquote d take it. If you turn it down they will make sure you will die slowly and screaming. At least think about Sue. It\rquote s an all or nothing deal, do you really want to watch as they torture her to death?\par
   I\rquote ve got to go tell Sue the same thing and I\rquote m not looking forward to telling a seventeen year old that she is going to die because her mother is just about the stupidest thing I ever saw. For once in your life do the right thing and at least save her some pain. Take the deal and this will be over with before she realizes it. Otherwise the whole thing will take years. Years of living naked in a cement box just large enough to lay down in for twenty three and a half hours a day, never seeing the sky or hearing anything pleasant. Take the deal.\par
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   Mrs. and Miss Swanskin, you both have entered pleas of guilty to the charges against you. The court has reviewed the facts, consulted with the DA\rquote s office and listened to their advice. It is my judgment that your pleas be accepted in answer to all charges and that furthermore I will now pass sentence upon both of you. However, before I pass sentence I must make clear the reasoning behind my sentencing. The DA has advised that they promised to seek merciful treatment for you and they have done so to the best of their ability. They have fulfilled their promise to you. I have the final say and while I am willing to make allowances there are limits. Your behavior that night was so beyond anything allowable that I feel the need to impose a stricter punishment than the one sought by both your council and the DA\rquote s office. \par
   Judy Swanskin, you have failed every test as both a mother and as an adult. Your behavior is beneath contempt. Because of your actions there are three families grieving their dead, there is a young policeman  that will never wear the badge or walk again, and there are others fighting to regain some part of a normal life while in pain. Because of your actions your daughter will die. Because of your actions a town has been ripped apart. I would be willing to sentence you to die just on the strength of what I saw in the tapes taken by your security system. Drunken orgies with underage children, unlawful drugs both used and sold, and then trying  to blame those same children and others for your acts. You are a poor excuse for a human being and worthy of no mercy in my eyes but I will temper my judgment out of respect for the DA. \par
   Susan Swanskin, you have my sympathy for having the misfortune of having the mother you do. Your problems trace to her for the most part. However, there is still the fact that at seventeen you should have developed at least some sense of right and wrong. You were driving the car, driving when you knew you were too drunk to do so. You were the one that drove away from the first accident. You were the one that ignored the lawful commands to stop. And you were the one that continued to cause death and injury until your car was unable to continue. I am going to grant you the mercy asked of me, but not all of it. You are more that an innocent party trapped in a situation beyond her control. You were an active precipitant even if you were led astray by one who abused your trust.  \par
    My judgment is thus; that you both be taken from here and transported to a holding facility while the mandatory review of the sentence takes place. Following that review you will be taken to the state execution facility and there be put to death according to my instructions. As is the rule in cases such as this the exact method of execution will remain under seal and unknown to you. I will tell you this. Judy Swanskin, you will be forced to watch as your daughter pays the price for your failure as a mother. You will not be allowed to turn away or close your eyes but will look and listen as she dies. It is only right that you share the same bitter taste as your victims. I have set the date for execution for ten days from today at a time most suitable to the state and their staff. May god have mercy on your souls. Court is adjourned. \par
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    They were separated at the courthouse door and transported to the holding cells. Stripped and searched, humiliated by a body cavity search, all hair removed from their bodies, and washed by uncaring guards. Thrown into eight by ten cells containing nothing but a concrete bed and toilet, a thin foam mattress and a light and camera that never shut off. No blankets or pillow, no window, nothing to distract one from the future awaiting. One half hour once a day a short walk down the corridor a few times. Being dragged nude and in chains as guards watched and made comments in the name of exercise. Two meals a day, flat tasteless porridge with warm  water and slightly stale bread with nothing on it. Time to think. Time to think about what had happened and about what was coming. Time to imagine just how they planned to kill you and just how much it will hurt and how long it will take. Time to cry. Time to pray.   \par
  As all things do the wait ended. A quick visit by the lawyer to announce the failure of the sentencing review and to express her regrets at not being able to do more. A visit by the man in charge to spell out what would happen. -I\rquote m sorry Mrs. Swanskin, you may not see your daughter until you both are in the chamber and even then there will not be any time for goodbyes. The judge was very clear on that. Also there will be no last suppers, no spiritual comfort, no visitors, and the whole process may take some time. I\rquote m bound by the execution orders. No, I cannot tell you anything about them either. -  Sue, listen to me, I just left your mother and told her what I must tell you. In the morning someone will come for you and after some preparations  you will be taken to the execution chamber and killed. Your mother will be there and be forced to watch. Then she will die also. I am the last visitor you will see and you will be given nothing to eat or drink after tonight. Try to remain calm if you can but remember that whatever you do or however you fight it by tomorrow at this time you will be dead. Make it easy on yourself and your mother and just go with the program. It\rquote ll make it as easy as something like this ever gets.\par
   Sleep was missing that night for both Swanskin women. Judy tried to imagine what it would be like to watch her baby be killed. Her own death would be easy after that. God, she had messed up everything. All she wanted was to be her only child\rquote s friend. Sue was the only person in the world that meant anything to her and now she had killed her just as surely as if she had used a gun to blow her pretty head off. Sue was just in shock, still unable to believe that in a few hours she would be dead. Tears came and went in both cells as the long night passed. \par
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     Three men entered each cell. Handcuffs, chains, and blindfolds were placed on the bodies and the condemned and each was led to a preparation room. Forced to recline on a doctors exam table where their legs were spread and strapped into the stirrups. Three enemas in succession cleaned out their bowels while Foley catheters emptied bladders. A thick fast setting glue much like tub caulk was forced up piss holes to seal them forever. Other tubes filled rectums with a foam to ensure no messes in the chamber. Cold water and strong soap scrubbed away any trace of dirt. Judy\rquote s eyelids were injected with botox to paralyze them open and small misters installed to keep her eyes working. A small wireless microphone was inserted under the skin on Sue\rquote s chest. A last minute physical was performed and pictures were taken of everything as was a full video with sound. Then all was ready.\par
   Judy was the first one in the chamber. Sat in a chair with a slot in the seat and a heavy post set behind it. Heavy straps crossed her legs and hips. Her arms secured to the chair arms and her head held to the post by more straps. She jumped in surprise as first one then another shafts were slit into her two holes. Only a little larger that some of the pricks she had entertained but there was something about them that radiated danger. A little more fussing around and they were set solidly in something. One more wide nylon band was placed around her chest and pulled snug enough to force her to work for each breath. The straps holding her hips and arms were then removed. Not that it did her any good, she could wiggle her hips and scratch her nose but could do nothing that would help her escape her oncoming fate.\par
   Sue was brought in next and for just a second Judy\rquote s heart soared. Even in chains her daughter was beautiful, large firm breasts, long legs, tight butt. Her long red hair was gone but still the youthful beauty was there. She had to speak but at the first sound her body exploded with pain as the shafts in her supplied a current path to her innermost parts and the electricity blocked any words before they could be uttered. While she was struggling to regain her breath a pair of earphones was placed on her head. One side replayed the sounds in the room while the other was the sound of a heartbeat, lub dub, lub dub, lub dub. It puzzled her at first. Then she saw the fresh wound in Sue\rquote s chest and realized she was listening to her daughter\rquote s heart. The girl was pushed down onto a chair and a seat belt locked over her lap. Hands held down by two large guards could do nothing as a large wheel like device was placed around the slim neck. Made of layers of plywood and split into semicircles it was about four inches thick and two feet across. The center had a hole that just barely fit around the girls neck when the thing was bolted in place. Judy\rquote s chin was pushed up and she could not open her mouth but very little. Three eyebolts spaced around the outer edge had hooks placed in them and the whole thing was lifted up as the belt was released. Her hands were then tied together in front of her body with the palms facing toward her belly. Everything else was removed from her and for just a minute she stood there. She saw her mom watching and somehow managed a few words to her, a last effort to enlist the aid of the one who had always helped before, a cry from a baby to its mother for the kisses and hugs that made the hurt go away. Judy forgot the devices in her and tried to answer only to be blasted into silence again. As she watched the cables lifted her little girl into the air. Only a foot or two but more that enough to doom her. Lub bud, lub dub, lub dub. The sounds of her heart played in one earphone while her gasps and gurgles played in the other. Her feet kicked and twisted. The wooden noose was killing her but it was much slower than one made of hemp. Her jaw bones carried most of her weight with only a small amount resting in her throat. Sue now was faced with the reality of it all and she panicked. Knew that she was dying and knew there was nothing she could do about it. Her fine young body thrashed and fought. Her hands beat uselessly on the wood but she could not grab it. The rough wood abraded her soft skin and the blood dribbled down her chest.  She could hear the bones in her neck and jaw creak and grind. A tooth shattered under the pressure. Still she fought.\par
    Judy was forced to watch and listen to  it all. Her paralyzed eyelids could not close and block out the horror of it all. The heartbeat in her ear sped up as the youthful organ tried to compensate for the lack of oxygen in the blood. Every gasp, gurgle, and whimper was reproduced in her ear. It was an ugly scene that got worse as it went along. The heart microphone also carried the crumpling cellophane sound of air moving through lungs filling with fluids. The tears dimmed the sight of it all but she watched every second and heard every sound as Sue died in front of her. It took almost a half of an hour before the struggling body stilled. Even then the lub dub, lub dub in her ear continued. It  no longer raced too fast to count and it was not as even as it had been but it was still there. Then lub dub,--------- lub   dub,------------- lub        dub, -----------------------lub                     dub, -------------------lub------------silence. Her daughter was truly dead. She stared dumbly at the remains hanging before her unable to believe it all. Then a last horror. A guard approached the body and with a few strokes with a meat saw between the shoulders and the wood cut the head free from the body. The torso landed on the ground with a soft thud as blood drained from the neck. The head was pushed close enough to kiss to her mother\rquote s face and then dropped into her lap. Judy forgot about the probes inside her body as the screams ripped from  her soul. The jolts coursing through her were unable to still her cries until the horror of it all overpowered her and she passed out.\par
    When she awoke it was all there still waiting for her. Sue\rquote s body was now sitting in the chair with her head held between her legs. As a last torment it was facing into the girls crotch as if she was giving herself head. One hand was on top on the skull while the other was at the back pushing it in deeper. The responsibility for placing her child here crashed in on her. She deserved to die.\par
     The earphones and the mister for her eyes were removed along with the head straps. A  faint buzz sounded from under her seat. She started in surprise as the shafts in her began to move. Twisting and every so slowly pushing deeper into her body as electric jolts passed between them the rods promised worse things to come. Then the wide strap covering her chest also came alive. Slowly and steadily it tightened. When the impaling shafts were planted too deep for there to be any chance at all of her lifting herself from them the last of the confining straps were removed. Now she was left with just the one that was squeezing her life out. She wondered which would kill her first. Would she die fighting for air or because of internal damages from the twin steel rods?  Her vision blurred as the exposed surfaces of her eyes dried, the awful sight of her daughter\rquote s body grew fuzzy and then dimmed. A tearing feeling inside as something gave way from the pressure as the shafts pushed deeper. Then a snap as a rip failed. Blood leaked from her and dripped to the floor. The jolts stopped but now the shafts grew hot. Soon she would enjoy the once in a lifetime sensation of feeling her guts burn as they were forced aside or torn up by the unrelenting steel. Another rib snaps, she is having to breath with her belly now, there is not enough room under the crushing strap to inflate her lungs any more. Each breath now requires her to push down against the metal rods, to add to her torment. Just as she prepares herself to die everything stops moving. She is left balanced on the knife edge between life and death. Forced to struggle for the air she has to have. Not getting enough yet paying for each tiny sip with pain far past anything she had ever dreamed about. The fire in her guts was still growing and it was matched by the burning in her chest. Words - enjoy yourself bitch, you  earned it all. I hope you burn in hell forever. I\rquote m glad we could give you a taste of it here first. You and that useless  daughter deserved everything you got.\par
     Her hands move of their own accord, trying to find the magic spot that somehow will relieve the torture or win her freedom. They flutter over her body, pulling at the strap crushing her, pushing down on the seat of the chair trying to lift herself from the shafts, and other equally useless efforts. Of course nothing helps, the heated steel still burns in her belly and the strap still squeezes her tight. Blood drips from her mouth as well as from her crotch. Suddenly the body goes wild. She twists and flops, her legs and arms flail and strike out. Her hips thrust in a parody of love making. She bangs her head on the post as she screams. A scream torn from the bottom of her soul, long, sobbing, tearing, a protest against the things she has seen and endured. Then it ends. She falls limp. Now the blood no longer drips. It is a study flow, a drain on life forces she cannot afford. Her own lungs are filling with the red fluid. The last strap is loosened and removed. She slumps forward, held in the chair only by the two steel rods still buried inside of her. Life is still in her but soon it will leave. The body cannot manage much more. A few gasps and last efforts to move or breathe are about all she can muster. \par
    Her world is dark and quiet. She knows she is still alive only because of the unbelievable pain that fills it. Then there is a touch and she is pulled upright. Unable to fight it she is helpless to change her future and can only wait. \par
    The saw easily parts the flesh of her neck and with only a few strokes removes the head from her body. The beating heart sends red fountains upward as the great vessels in her neck part. She has just a few seconds that are blessedly free of pain as the spinal cord is severed before she finally pays her dept in full with her life.  A mother who failed in the most important task in life and in so failing cost both her and her child everything. Via con Dieos \par
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