Likely a pretty common choice for a last meal. Decadent, dripping in butter, and not so exotic that it would be denied. The guard sets the plate down in front of me, sending splashes of oil in all directions. He rolls his eyes.
"Another one wants lobster, huh?" The guard sneers at me before sending a glob of spit in my direction. "Fuckin' boring."
I don't reply. I learned not to speak to these men early on, it only makes their sadism worse. Obviously I'm no saint, but these people... well I'm not sure I should even call them 'people,' they're monsters. At least I had a reason, even just a small one. These guys, they just get off on the violence. Their sick smiles when they reign down the make that clear enough. They're all in on it, too, judging by the cameras convienently switching off whenever they decide it's time for some torture. System's fucked, and I know it because they're so much worse than I could ever be, and I'm the one being put down.
"I'm going to enjoy pullin' that switch," the guard cackles at me while I take my first bites, "They say it's not supposed to be painful, but I can tell it is. I know bad it hurts when the volts fry your brain. I love it.
I can feel the shellfish passing down my throat as I scarf it down. I'm not even using the butter at this point, just trying to eat as much as I can.
"And I especially love turnin' down the voltage so it takes longer to kill you." His perverse giggle rises to a hearty, repugnant laugh. "There ain't nothin' you can do about it! You eat as much as you want. In the end, I'll still get to kill you."
As my last bite passes down my narrow throat, I look up to him. "Will you?"
His face scruntches in anger. Were the circumstances different, I'm sure I'd be in for a hell of a beating. Soon, though, I can see on his face that he understands what's happening. He rushes over just as my blood pressure drops and my body starts going into shock.
"You little shit, what the fuck are you doing? You're mine to kill!" He belows.
I lift my swollen face to him, opening my eyes as much as I can. When he gets close to try and save me, I spit directly in his hateful, beady eyes.