The Eighth Amendment Totally Got Broken

“How exciting, huh?” the chipper nurse addressed the patient. “Your bandages will be removed today and you can see yourself for the first time!”

The patient, Nedly Nelson, tried to respond, but couldn’t, for his throat was still wrapped and intubated. He could not wait until he could say just what he thought of his new face. How dare the judge sentence him to life with a clown’s face! Hadn’t the judge heard of the Eighth Amendment? If anything was cruel and unusual punishment, it was having to walk around with a crazy face forever more!

So yeah, he’d been convicted on twelve counts of kidnapping, torturing, and murdering clowns. Did that really mean he deserved to be sentenced to live the rest of his life as one? He thought not... Unable to control his mind, Nedly fell to remembering some of his crimes.

First, there was Ripples. Ripples! Stupid-ass name for anyone, even a clown! He’d grabbed the “entertainer” from behind the carnival, taken it to his warehouse, and tortured the crap out of it. He’d especially taken great pleasue in carving the guy’s mouth into a real permanent smile, a la the Joker. Ripples had thought it real funny to squirt him with his flower three times! Who was laughing now?!

Then came Dan. If Ripples was a dumb name, Dan was an even worse name for a clown. But, oh, the screams and yells that came out of Dan’s mouth as he had cut off his toes! Bet he wouldn’t be taunting anybody else with those big shoes!...Course, he was dead now, so he wouldn’t be doing anything else, big feet or not.

Most of the other clown tortures ran into a blur, but he was quite fond of the last one. She’d been a girl clown named Peaches so of course he’d covered her liver in herbs before he ate it. But that was after raping her a couple of times. She may’ve been a clown, but she’d still had a pussy, so he’d made use of it.

“Alright, Mr. Nelson.” Doctor Hannah broke his reverie. “Time to take off those bandages, huh?”

The doctor, obviously reveling in Nedly’s discomfort, beckoned orderly Benji to assist him in putting the patient into a wheelchair before wheeling him over to the mirror on the wall. There the convict sat, dread gripping his whole body as the process began. Nedly watched as the physician removed layer upon layer of wrapping. When he finally got to the last layer, the doctor removed the intubation, rebandaging the area before continuing. When Nedly tried to speak, he quieted him, “Just a moment, we’re almost there.” He removed the last layer and Nedly took in the full visual, horror filling his every fiber.

He tried to scream, but nothing came out.

“Oooooh, that’s right,” the doctor spoke. “We decided that being a clown was too good for you, so we made you a mime, instead. You can’t talk any more, either.”

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