New Punishment

It's time, I hope you said your prayers to whatever god you believe in says a burly Prison Guard as they unlock you cell and grabs one of your arms and dragging you off down the halls of the prison to the basement and into a room with a large machine with two booths surrounded by what looks like armored technicians with some people on the side looking prepared to catch some wild animal with a window to a different room full of people to watch your transition