Pandora is in jail. She's having a fever dream about her execution that's due to happen the next day...in the dream, she dies a painful death in the chair, and the executioner opens up her blouse and plays with her tits. This disturbing dream is about to become a reality.

The masked executioner wakes her up. She begs and pleads with him to let her contact her attorney. Or at least, a BETTER attorney. She got railroaded. She HAD to kill her husband..he was abusive! She's desperate for one more chance to live, and the executioner takes glee in her suffering. He tells her it's too late.

He forces her hands behind her back and cuffs her. She plods along slowly and reluctantly as he leads her to the chair. The chair is a big wooden beast. She shakes in fright as she sits down in it.

The executioner belts her in..taking his time and enjoying her whining. He straps in her hands and feet. The last step is to put the conductor on her head. That's when she really starts to struggle, and squirm. But there is no escape for her. She has to take her punishment.

The executioner flips the switch...soon, Pandora is twitching and writhing in the death throes..it takes several minutes of twitching and frothing at the mouth, before she is finally done.

The executioner is aroused at the sight of limp Pandora. Eyes rolled back..tongue sticking out.