Preface

John stared at the prison cell wall. Because of the brutal beating he received from those onlookers and the police, his entire body hurt.

“Why?” he wondered. It was beyond his comprehension. The entire diner seemed to turn on him the second he snuffed out a waitress; he was brutally pounded and punched. Although he thought he was saved when the police came, he was arrested instead.

“Murder?” he yelled out in indignation, “But it was just a woman, a snuff slut!” A police officer even brought up the possibility of the death penalty while staring at him as if he were insane.

“He must be kidding!” John thought. Snuff sluts, not men, were the intended users of the chair. What gave everyone the willies? He had no doubt that this misunderstanding would be resolved the moment he appeared before a court.

His hopes were dashed when the judge read the police report and ordered his immediate incarceration without bail and a trial date. Rape? Murder? Had everyone lost their minds? Even the rookie lawyer tasked with defending him was ineffective. He insisted on bringing up the idea of insanity as an excuse, but John was firm in his belief that he was innocent.

In the courtroom, he admitted, “Yes, I snuffed her!” Is there anything wrong with it? That was her purpose! With so many witnesses and surveillance footage, the prosecutor chose to do nothing; the case was already decided. He merely allowed the accused to talk himself into a guilty verdict.

It took the jury less than two minutes to reach a verdict. Guilty on all counts and sentenced to death. Execution by lethal injection, rather than the chair, was the judge’s decision for John. After the transcripts of his trial were made public, they made sure that he would not be allowed any pardons or delays.

Tears welled up in John’s eyes as the female prison employee approached him, syringe in hand. As he felt the sting in his arm, he thought, “This is all wrong.”