Poudrier knew it was over. He didn’t press for a confession but painted a graphic description of what Wah could look forward to.
“Son, you ever seen a cat cooked in a microwave?”
Wah shook his head and grimaced.
“It’s a nasty, nasty thing to do to an animal. Anybody who does that to a poor old critter ought to be horsewhipped. But I read about it and saw some pictures. It seems the poor cat’s innards start to boil. Can’t see nothing much going on outside, but the cat’s just cooking away on the inside. You know what I mean?”
Wah looked ill.
“Sometimes the cat’s skin cracks a little and stuff starts oozing out all over the place. Boy, it’s one of the worse damn things you ever saw in your life. But you know what, that’s exactly what happens when they strap your ass down in an electric chair and start running all that current through you. They just keep turning it up like the broiler on your stove. You listening to me, boy?”
“Yes, yes sir,” Wah said softly
“Well, after a little while you get to feeling hot inside cause your liver’s starting to melt. It’ll go on like that for while…your kidneys, then your gall bladder, then your stomach. When your bowels start boiling, you’ll shit all over yourself, but by then you’ll be dead so it don’t much matter. You ain’t going be hearing nobody laughing at you.”
Wah was about to say something, but Poudrier finished his gruesome tale.
“But sometimes you ain’t dead by then. Some poor soul in Georgia just wouldn’t die. They kept turning up the electricity higher and higher, but the guy just sat there smoldering away. You know what happened?”
Wah gulped and shook his head.
“They kept turning up the juice until it was up all the way. All of a sudden his head caught on fire and exploded.” Poudrier slammed his fist on the table and screamed, “Boy, do you want your goddamn head to explode?”
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