Pitch Fiction

Inhumane Punishments

"Mr. Gareth you are sentenced to fifteen years in Therianthropy and will serve this sentence in the year 2005 up until your sentence is finished. Your crimes will not go unpunished. You will have one choice of a last meal, choose wisely Mr. Gareth."

Therianthropy is the mythical ability for people to metamorphose into beasts. As the name of the punishment suggests I will become an animal or I had become an animal during this sentence. The design of this punishment was to in a legal execution standpoint to have animal control kill inmates and to let inmates kill each other. How this got legalized is beyond me. The first voting period for this had the majority of voters pleading against this abomination of supposedly "Human Prisoner Treatment" that's goal was to give inmates an "open environment where they can safely interact with each other and other people" which I think is complete crap.

My crime was hijacking of Government networks in order to establish a personal network that would help me in personal agendas. If it wasn't for my carelessness I would have gotten away with it. I'm not saying that I'm the victim here but at the same time I'm innocent in the sense of whatever it was that I have been put on trial for and found guilty as. I can't believe how easy it was for them to cover up everything. I don't even know what they claimed I did.

They strapped me to a chair and put a bowl over my head like a salon hair dryer. I was sat forward facing the one way mirror. I wondered who was there watching my fate. Probably people I knew before I was thrust into a world I hardly remember. By the time I would be getting out of my "prison" sentence, past me would be turning twenty. Once they turned the machine on I was gone from that whitewashed metal room.

I could feel hair everywhere. Hair and this mucus like gel everywhere on me. My lungs were filled with liquids and coughing them up was impossible. My only urges was to eat and to see. At first neither of these were possible. I fought the incapability to breath and coughed up what seemed to consist of watery urine and shit. I was blinded by my eye lids sealed shut and my entire body felt disgusting.

The food came out of a rubbery tube that I had to force to give me food. While blinded I had to fight for a chance to eat and for the most part I couldn't fight away the extra forces that beat me to a pulp with their weight. I was weak. I had no right to fight for food anymore. My entire body was lifted by my skin and then let go of. Next thing I know I have another rubbery tube being forced into my mouth.

The first thing I've ever saw was the blurry face of a young woman feeding me with a plastic bottle. The light burnt my eyes. I just about forgotten how light looked. Sounds were still something I couldn't hear to well, they were inaudible and loud. That's when it hit me, I was an animal.