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Channel 1
Bright little dots on the screen coming into focus, forming a
picture. The video is a little blurry at first, the lighting poor,
camcorder is obviously hand held.
The picture resolves into a close up of a young woman's face. Her
doe like eyes wide with fear, streaming tears. Her features twisted in
a silent scream. There is no audio.
The girl's face, lightly dusted with freckles across her nose and
cheeks, is smudged with dirt. The bad light catches her eyes just
right, there's a wet glint of moisture. Her short blond hair
disheveled. She's very pretty, even in her terror. Twenty-two, twenty
five years old at most.
Camera: Zoom Out:
More of the scene is coming into view. It's clear the lighting
comes from the grouped headlights of several pickup trucks. She's
being held down by six or seven dark figures, all wearing masks of
some sort. One has a hockey goalies face mask, ala' Jason, another is
a rubberized version of Freddie Kruger. The wicked gleam of a knife
flashes in the night. One of the assailants is holding a long machete.
The blond girl is wearing cut off jeans so short, half of her
smooth ass cheeks are exposed. One leg comes up to fend off one of her
assailants, it's blocked, but not before the camera glimpses between
her long legs. The edge of her cutoffs rides up her crotch, one full
pouting labia is exposed, the slightest hint of blond pubic hair.
She's not wearing panties.
A thin white tee shirt covers her heaving breasts. It's so thin
as to be almost transparent. Sweat stains and dirt outline her
generous tits. Her hard, distended nipples are clearly visible. Turgid
with fear, not lust. The tee shirt is knotted just under her breasts,
leaving her lean and muscular belly naked. The smooth expanse of flesh
flows down to a slightly rounded lower abdomen to disappear into her
cutoff jeans. The top two buttons have come undone to reveal just the
hint of a delicately raised pubic mound.
The girl's left foot is bare. Abandoned running shoe lying in the
sand next to a scrub palmetto. Her attackers hold down her legs and
roughly pull off her other shoe and sock. Next they turn their
attention to her flimsy shirt. Rather than ripping it off, one of them
holds a razor sharp knife to her stomach, and with a single swift
stroke, slices up through the thin material. A thin red line appears
from just above her navel to the upper part of her sternum. Bright red
blood wells out of the wound, though it's a relatively shallow
incision.
Her full, round breasts are for the first time completely
disclosed to the camera. Each one is about the size of a large
grapefruit, the topmost surface lightly freckled. A clear tanline
surrounds her perfect tits, they've never been fully exposed to the
sun. A rough hand grasps her left breast and squeezes.
The camera: Zoom In:
The hand squeezing the girl's breast is joined by another as even
more pressure is applied. The hard nipple distends even more, as the
surrounding skin takes on a bluish tint. A mask is pushed up, never
uncovering the face beneath. A thin cruel mouth descends to the girl's
nipple to suck and chew. Dark bruises and teeth marks are visible on
the blond's perfect flesh, the hard nipple somehow misshapen, damaged.
Other hands now come into the picture, the camera zooming back a
bit to catch all the action. She struggles uselessly against her
ravishers. They hold her legs in an iron grip as one of them cuts away
her shorts. Bloody red lines appear where the knife has bitten into
her delicate skin. One of the cuts is deeper than the others. It
bleeds more. The wound is just below and two inches to the left of her
right hip bone. A disembodied hand seeks it out and with a stiffened
index finger, probes the gash in her smooth belly.
Switch: Tight Close Up:
The rigid finger pushes its way into the girl's bleeding abdomen.
At first just the fingertip and then, as if something inside had
suddenly given way, the entire finger sinks into the open wound. The
hand prods more firmly and soon the first finger is joined by another.
The faceless assailant forces two and then three fingers into the
screaming girls insides. Exploring her steaming guts!
Zoom Out:
The pretty blond's face is a study in agony and terror as one
figure bites and tears at her tits and the other roughly fucks three
stiff fingers in and out of her bleeding belly. Two other masked
figures pull the girl's legs back to her head, completely displaying
her drooling cunt and asshole. The attacker in the Freddie Kruger mask
reenters the picture. He's dragging a long piece of wood. A weathered
plank about two inches by six inches, roughly four feet long. He
places it behind the girls shoulders, then kneels on them to hold her
in place. The one biting the blonds breasts raises his head, as if in
response to some spoken command.
Zoom In:
Someone off camera hands him something. At first it's not too
clear, but then in the harsh light it becomes obvious what he's been
given. Four long steel spikes about the length and thickness of a
pencil, and a heavy hammer.
Her arms held firmly to the plank, a thick steel spike is
positioned point down in the center of her palm. The light glints off
metal as the hammer descends. So distinct is the visual image that the
tender bones of the blond's hand can almost be heard to crunch as the
hammer falls, connects and drives sharpened steel into tissue, bone
and wood. First the right hand and then the left are cruelly nail
down.
The next spikes are carefully placed at her shoulder joints. A
well muscled hand firmly holding a spike, another the cushioned grip
of the hammer. The hammer drops. Steel against steel, and into tender
flesh and bone.
Camera: Angle Changes:
The pretty blond's face. Her eyes wide in pain and terror. Her
mouth open in a screaming rictus of suffering. A thin stream of
spittle drools from her open mouth.
Camera:Angle Changes, Slow Zoom In:
The camera pans from the pretty girl's face down the length of
her body to focus in on the space between her widespread legs. Her
long legs still pulled back to her head, her puffy blond fringed cunt
and asshole gaping open obscenely. A thin trickle of urine flows from
her splayed cunt. One of her ravishers places his cupped palm below
her cunt and catches a hand full of piss. The camera follows as he
holds his outstretched hand above her face and tips it. The amber
wetness splashes on her upturned face and into her open mouth. The
girl silently retches.
With her legs held open by her attackers, the blond girl is
completely helpless to resist. One of them forces two fingers of his
left hand into her cunt, then three. Using only the girl's urine for
lubrication he continues to probe. And finally, her beautiful cunt
lips spread wider than nature ever intended, his entire hand enters
her. He forces it in past the wrist. The tender tissue between her
cunt and asshole slowly splits open, blood flows. He punches his hand
into her further, almost to the elbow. She screams silently.
His right hand caresses the bluish pucker of the still bleeding
wound in her lower abdomen. He inserts his fingers one at a time,
until three are fully extended into her belly. Her blood flows more
copiously, coating his hand in its sticky warmth. He worries at the
gaping wound, opening it wider and wider. Another disembodied hand
comes into view, holding a gleaming knife. With careful cutting, the
slash in the blond's belly is enlarged until it accommodates an entire
hand. Then two.
The maniacal assailant throws back his head, possibly in laughter
as he forces his hands into the screaming girl's belly. He revels in
playing in her slimy insides. He seems to be trying to shake hands
with himself inside the tortured blond's body. Her abdomen is
incredibly distended as his invading hands are pumped back and forth
inside her. The camera shifts its focus to her face. Soundlessly
screaming in her hideous agony. It goes on for a full minute.
Cut:
New Scene: Lighting is improved. Color stands out more sharply.
The naked blond girl is again the center of attention. dark,
unclear figures of her assailants in the shadows. She's no longer
screaming. Just weeping silently. Tears run down her pretty freckled
face. Two 4X4 pickups are drawn up on either side. She's brightly
illuminated by the two sets of headlamps, still nailed to the heavy
plank through shoulder joints and hands. She's sitting upright. Blood
drips from her hands and shoulders to stain the sand beneath her
outstretched arms. Trickles of blood paint the still beautiful curves
of her body.
Camera: Angle is three-quarter profile: Zoom In:
Pans down her battered and bleeding body. Focus comes in tight on
her breasts. Her left nipple has been cut away, or bitten off. There
are deep bite marks everywhere on the girl's left tit. Some bleed.
There are two places where mouthfuls of tit meat have been bitten
away.
Camera: Angle changes slightly:
The other breast is even more mutilated. Again, her pretty nipple
has been amputated. But additionally the entire breast has been
filleted. Unidentifiable pieces of fatty breast tissue and shreds of
skin are all that remain of her beautiful right tit. Small rivulets of
blood flow down her middle to pool in her deeply indented navel and
drain between her widespread thighs.
The hideous figures of her attackers move into the picture. The
girl is unresisting. Two of them fasten heavy towing chain from the
bumper of one of the pickups to the thick plank nailed to her hands
and shoulders. Almost gently, two of the others tie thick ropes around
each of the blond's legs, just above her knees and attach the ropes to
the bumper of the other truck.
The figure wearing the hockey player's mask comes into view. He
stands back a few feet from the girl, even with her hips. He carries a
long, wicked looking machete in his right hand.
Camera: Zoom In:
Camera focus is on the blond's face. She stares uncomprehendingly
into the lights of the pickup truck to which her legs are tied. A
fresh tear sparkles at the corner of her right eye.
Camera: Zoom Out:
There's a full view of the front of both trucks as they face each
other, the captive girl, roped and chained between them. Headlights
flash to high beam. Suddenly, both trucks spray sand as all four
wheels of each spin in full power reverse. The pretty blond girl is
instantly jerked up and pulled taut between the two pickup trucks.
Though there is no audio, it's impossible not to imagine the sound
created by the two powerful machines as they strain to back away from
each other at full power. The only thing connecting them, chains and
rope and the fragile body of the girl.
Zoom In:
The girl's cruelly stretched body. The long spikes through her
shoulders and hands threaten to pull free. More blood flows from her
wounds. But the stout wood plank and thick steel spikes hold. The
ropes around her legs tighten, almost severing her legs above the
knee. But they too hold fast. The two 4X4 trucks continue to spit sand
from beneath their wheels as they inexorably back away from each
other. The girl stretched between them.
The maniac figure in the goalie mask steps up. The camera zooms
out, then in, to establish his presence. In his upraised hands the
sharp blade of the machete flashes in the light of the combined
headlamps. The blade drops. Sharply in focus and filling the screen,
the girl's tight abdomen seems to explode as the eighteen inch blade
of razor like steel slashes through her. Great fountains and gouts of
blood spurt everywhere. The crazed goalie and both trucks are drenched
in its warm, sticky redness.
Camera: Pans and Zooms In:
The pickup with the girl's upper half, still nailed to the plank,
stops about four feet off. A trail of blood and pinkish grey
intestines stream out from the bisected blond. Other unidentifiable
bits and pieces of girl are scattered about. Blood and body fluids
drench the sand.
Zoom In:
On the girl. Eyes staring wide at her unimaginable fate. A single
wet tear rolls down her cheek. Her eyes roll back, flutter once and
are still.
Camera: Pans:
The all seeing eye of the camera, the focus on seemingly every
piece of mutilated tissue and gore. Blood and splattered intestines.
Zoom In:
One of the girl's nipples, bitten off and spit out, laying in the
sand.
Fade: White noise and static snow the screen
Click!
Channel 2
Static. White noise resolves. No audio. The picture starts out
clean, colors brilliant.
Camera: Exterior shot, Pan:
A shopping mall, bright but overcast day. It's difficult to tell
where it's located, maybe Seattle. Something about the sky suggests
it's probably the Northwest anyway. The camcorder is again, obviously,
hand held. Shooting into a parking lot from the interior of a car or
van.
Camera: Zoom In:
A woman walking toward her car. It's a red Honda CRX. She looks
professional, well dressed. She's about twenty-eight years old, maybe
thirty, tall and her long brunette hair is piled up on top of her head
in a stylish mushroom-like bun. She's wearing dark pumps, the
comfortable kind airline stewardesses favor. Her legs look terrific,
long and lean.
As she approaches her car, searches for her keys in a slim purse,
she fumbles a moment with her arm load of purchases. A man quickly
enters the scene. He's wearing blue jeans and a well broken in brown
leather bomber jacket. Light, sandy hair. Maybe a little balding in
front. It's difficult to see his face. He grabs the woman from the
rear, her packages and purse fall to the ground, scattered.
One hand firmly covering her mouth, he drags her toward the
camera.
Camera: Zoom In, Tight:
The woman's face. Hand over her mouth, trying unsuccessfully to
scream and bite the hand at the same time. Doing neither very well.
Her eyes widened in fear.
Camera: New location, establishing shot:
A basement. Impossible to ascertain the location. Camera focus is
on the woman. In the background, a few heating ducts, overhead pipes
and miscellaneous basement stuff. There's a workbench along one cinder
block wall, cluttered with tools and other oddments.
The woman is obviously frightened, her careful eye makeup running
from tears. Her hands are tied to an overhead rafter. The ropes are
heavy and tight. Her slender, well manicured fingers are turning blue.
A single gold ring glitters in the bright light. The video quality is
excellent.
Both of her shoes are off. She has to stand on her toes to
prevent having to hang by her delicate hands. There's runs in her
stockings, one toe peeks out of a rent in the material. The nail
painted pink.
The man in the leather bomber jacket enters the picture, his back
to the camera. Reaching out, he grasps the woman's blouse at the
neckline and rips it downward. Her bra is pulled off with the blouse.
A thin necklace made of strands of beads breaks and falls to the
floor. Tiny spheres of colored glass roll and scatter.
Her breasts are fairly small, but perfectly shaped. Capped with
small pink nipples. She didn't really need the bra. No tan lines are
visible. She's evenly tan all over, spends a lot of time at the
electric beach.
The man carefully, almost gently unfastens her skirt, unzips it
at the back and lets it fall to her ankles before kicking it out of
the way. He's not so careful removing her panty hose and panties.
Looping his fingers through the crotch of the wispy nylon, he casually
rips it all away.
Camera: Zoom Out:
Camera pans the woman, head to toe. Her eyes are wild now.
Mouthing words that can't be heard. Her hair still piled up neatly.
Long neck into well defined collarbones. She's still elegant. Her
shoulders,strained as they are by her hanging position, are muscular.
The small, perfect tits forced out by her deep, rapid breathing. The
little pink nipples seem hard and swollen. Maybe the basement is cold.
The man is still wearing the bomber jacket.
Her abdomen sweeps down to her genitalia in a flat, muscular
plane. The lateral muscles on either side of her deep set navel stand
out from the stress of her semi-hanging stance. Thighs gripped tightly
together, as if that could protect her. But... perhaps necessary to be
able to reach the rafter to which her hands are so cruelly fastened.
Long legs stretched out to their maximum extension. The well toned
muscles standing out in relief.
The woman's raised pubic mound is only sparsely covered by
carefully manicured dark hair. The pinkish lips of her pussy are full
and pouty. The delicate membranes between the lips are barely visible.
Strangely, her slit glistens with moisture, as though she were
sexually aroused.
The man reaches out with one hand and caresses her smooth flat
belly, sliding his hand down to her cunt. Slowly he pries open the
lips and inserts two fingers. His thumb stimulates her clit. Bending
his knees slightly he strains and then lifts the woman, using the
invading fingers as his only holding point. Her toes clear the floor
by an inch. Her entire body weight is now supported by the two strong
fingers in her cunt.
Camera: Zoom In:
The woman's face. Eyes wide with fear and pain, there's something
a bit strange about her mouth. A little semi-smile of lust and
eroticism. Her pink tongue comes out to lick her upper lip.
Camera: Zoom In, Tight:
Her hips buck in rhythm with the brutal movement of the man's
hand. She seems to partially wrap her legs around his wrist, trapping
the invading digits in her now swampy cunt. Clear juices flow over his
wrist. A third finger is forced into her vagina. He lifts her further
off the floor.
Camera: Angle Changes:
Looking up from below, focus on the woman's cunt and asshole. The
man's other hand enters the picture, stiffened index finger searching
out the woman's anus. Her cunt now a veritable swamp of frothy girl
slime, drooling onto the man's hand.
The finger finds the rosy pucker of her asshole, enters
forcefully. Rapidly joined by a second and then a third. The tender
orifice obscenely splayed open. Brownish mucous-like fluid coats his
fingers.
Fingers and hands in rapid pistoning motion. Alternating, first
slamming into her now relaxed rectum, then her slime drenched
cunthole. Every thrust causes her firm muscles to ripple. Juices and
now a little blood seep from her twin openings. In and out, the savage
invasion continues for a full five minutes. Occasional reaction shots
of her face, twisted in a bizarre combination of lust and agony. Her
pretty blue eyes still wide in terror and pain, but her sensuous mouth
slack with desire.
he man's fingers are slowly removed from her abused holes. Both
cunt and asshole remain slack and dilated. Juices drip from her to
stain the dirty concrete floor. A thin dribble of blood flows from her
wide open anal cavity to mix with the brownish glop also pouring out.
The two fluids mix as they fall.
Camera: Pans Up and slightly back:
Her body flushed and sweaty. Small droplets of moisture glisten
between her firm tits. A hand is held to her open mouth. It's coated
with clear, viscous slime. Her long pink tongue protrudes to
tentatively touch the proffered index finger.
Camera: Close Up:
The woman's mouth. She first licks and then sucks at his fingers.
Eventually sucking all three of the juice coated digits deep into her
mouth. He forces them further down her throat. She gags. It seems as
if she will vomit, but she is able to hold her gorge. In a slow and
lingering shot, the fingers are slowly withdrawn. She sucks until they
are out of reach.
The man's other hand before her face. She looks on in revulsion.
His fingers and part of his hand drip with the combined filth dredged
from her rectum.
Camera: Zoom In on hand, partial face, eyes to mouth behind hand:
A single large drop of brownish mucoid excrement slowly drips
down the side of one finger. She looks at the finger in disgust. But
she is beaten, totally submissive to his will. Still hanging cruelly
from the rafter, her hands blue from loss of circulation, her most
private places brutally explored, she has lost the capability to
resist. Gradually she sticks out her tongue.
Fearful eyes fill the screen. They begin to fill with tears,
leaking out to roll down her cheeks. He holds the finger over her
tongue, tip down. The filthy droplet of brown scum reverses direction,
is suspended for a moment at the fingertip and falls.
Her tongue sticks out of her open mouth like a little spoon.
Tongue tip slightly up forming a small concave dish halfway to her
mouth. The drop of filth lands, followed by another and still another,
until a puddle of feculent mucous fills the little concavity. She
stares into the lens, her expression displaying her disgust at what
she is about to do. She withdraws her filth encrusted tongue back into
her mouth and swallows.
The woman's mouth opens again, tongue coated with discolored
slime. Fingers cleanse themselves on its upper surface. Again the
tongue returns to her mouth. Lips and mouth working, swallowing. The
man's befouled fingers and hand forced between her lips, halfway down
her throat. Her features aghast at the act she is performing.
Eventually the hand is clean. The fingers exit her oral cavity,
slowly. Again, the camera lingers. Not even the smallest particle of
crapulent filth remains. She is now totally submissive, having
performed one of the most degrading acts possible. Her beautiful
features mirror fear and shame. All expression of lust gone.
Camera: Zoom Out:
The man in the leather bomber jacket reaches upward and with a
small knife, cuts the ropes binding the woman to the overhead rafter.
She falls to her knees at his feet. Her beautiful, long legs too
strained to bear weight. Hands submissively at her sides, she gazes
up.
He turns slightly to the right. His features, for the first time,
partly visible. Not enough to identify, but enough so that the cruel
set of his thin lips can be seen. Slowly, he unfastens his belt and
unbuttons his jeans. He's not wearing underwear.
A long, thick penis is exposed. In full erection it's perhaps two
inches in diameter and eight inches long. Thick and purple veined,
heavy round head slick with moisture. It projects almost straight up
to his hairy, muscular belly.
She looks directly at it. Like a rabbit hypnotized by the
advancing headlights of a car, her eyes never waver. Her tongue snakes
out, touches the throbbing organ with wet, pointy tip. She licks the
rigid penis with her tongue, coating it with her sweet saliva. Opening
her mouth wide, she engulfs it. His wiry pubic hairs brush her face,
the entire length of the sausage like organ filling her throat.
Her hands reach up to cup his tightened scrotum, thumbs caressing
the base and sides of his cock. Her head pushes forward, forcing the
slick organ even farther down her throat. She gags. A soundless cough,
eyes watering, a dribble of clear mucous leaks from one nostril.
He holds her head at the level of her jaw line and ears.
Gradually he withdraws his engorged penis from her mouth. The woman
stares uncomprehendingly, but continues to hold his balls in her
hands. He reaches out, positions her hands on his cock. She can barely
encircle the thickness of it. He draws back and then thrusts his hips
forward, masturbating himself in her hands.
She follows his unspoken command and continues the rhythm he's
established. Slowly moving her hands back and forth along his rigid
length, she aims it at her small, perfect breasts. In response to her
ministrations, the tiny hole at the end of his prick secretes a single
drop of clear fluid. Her delicate tongue extends to capture it, but he
holds her back.
He continues to thrust his hips forward, she alternates with
juice slicked hands. Grasping the distended organ firmly, directing
the tip toward her tits, she looks on expectantly.
The man searches the off camera side pocket of his bomber jacket.
The camera captures the woman's features. Now, totally submitting to
his will, her gaze never wanders from his hard penis, but hear eyes
are still wide with fright. Tears trickle down her face. Her makeup is
smudged, lipstick smeared around her mouth from sucking his filthy
fingers and turgid cock.
She never slows or alters the masturbatory movements of her hands
as he reaches out and tilts her head back with his left hand under her
chin. Their eyes lock. Hers are filled with agony and defeat. And
something else... acceptance. She has given up totally, no longer
having the will to resist whatever fate this terrible man in the
leather bomber jacket has decided for her. It's mirrored in her eyes.
She never begs. Her lips never move. Only her hands move as she
continues to stroke his male hardness. He removes the object he was
searching for in his pocket and places it to her lips. A pistol.
Camera: Medium Tight Shot:
Focus on the woman's face and upper body, pistol at her lips.
Tentatively, her mouth opens and her tongue sinuously exits to lick
the large opening in the hardened steel. Just as if it were a man's
cock, she laves and sucks the cold, black metal. She opens her mouth
wider as he forces the pistol barrel deep into the back of her throat.
Strands of glistening saliva drool from the corners of her mouth. They
hang in shiny strings, eventually to fall to her breasts.
Her hands move faster now, sliding along the length od the slick
organ. Eyes locked onto the pistol. They betray her total submission
to her fate. Acceptance of what she must know will surely follow. She
even seems to welcome it, as she speeds the rhythmic stroking of her
delicate hands.
The man's thumb touches the hammer of the pistol. Cocks it back.
Even without sound, it seems to audibly lock into place. So definite.
So precise is the movement of steel on steel. The woman's hands keep
stroking. His index finger moves along the heard metal frame, sliding
the length of the trigger guard and finally contacting the trigger
itself.
The pad of his index finger now in full control of the trigger.
The minute interplay of the muscles of finger and hand become crystal
clear. The finger moves back the smallest fraction of an inch. The
woman's hands move faster, as though anticipating his orgasm. Perhaps
awaiting her own climax, unlike any she has ever known or dared dream
of.
The motion of her hands, grasping his maleness, slows to a crawl.
The lighting appears dimmer. The picture loses just the slightest bit
of clarity. The video tape runs through the camera at the highest
possible speed.
Camera: Extreme Slow Motion:
Female hands, sliding against slippery male flesh Every ripple of
muscle, every droplet of sweat in crisp relief. The slime coated
wetness of the skin of his penis, veins filling, being milked.
Beginning suddenly, the tiniest twitch of penile muscle. Index finger
tightens almost imperceptibly.
Her eyes, blue and bright, wide with increasing terror. Tears
flowing ever so slowly. She rams her face forward, mouth opened to an
impossible width, savagely forcing the hard black metal of the pistol
barrel to the anatomical limits of her oral cavity. Droplets of saliva
drool from her lips.
Head still now, she continues milking the thick, slippery penis.
Glistening with sweat and juices. Every tiny detail recorded in
crystal clarity. The man's cock begins to pulsate. Her eyes, glassine.
The pupils dilate, pools of darkness open to every last photon of
light.
His finger tightens ever so gradually on the trigger. Spring
steel of the trigger moving through its arc in minute increments.
Momentarily it catches, continues. The hammer begins its downward
movement.
A jet of white glistening sperm and mucous spurts from the hole
at the tip of his cock. As it slowly travels to intersect with her
firm breast, the hammer strikes. Hammer to firing pin. Firing pin to
primer. Primer flash to powder.
The colloidal suspension of sperm and mucous splashes against her
pretty pink nipple. Simultaneously the woman's beautiful mouth expands
explosively. Her cheeks are blown outward. Great fountains of blood,
snot and gray brain tissue spout from her nose and ears. Her brilliant
blue eyes bulge outward grotesquely. The left eyeball ruptures and
bursts. The brunette hair at the back of her head lifts and is blown
back, as if by a runaway hairdrier. A spray of deep red blood and
brain matter splatters against the cinder block wall behind her. Tiny
fragments of white bone dot the bloody splatter. In the gory
epicenter, a small pitted crater. Something metallic glints there in
the light.
Her body leans over and falls limply at the man's feet. A final
jet of sperm arcs away from his cock to land at the base of her
throat, where it forms a tiny rivulet, flows to the side of her left
breast and begins to dry.
Camera: Slow Zoom Out:
Focus on the woman's body. The ruined face, ruptured eyeball. Her
head in the center of an ever widening pool of impossibly bright
blood. The splattered wall behind. Blood and bits of her brains
dripping down the concrete brick. Small firm tits, splashed with blobs
of drying sperm. Her flat muscular abdomen, the deep indentation of
her navel. Her legs, spread apart as she fell, leaving a clear view of
her beautiful cunt. Its plump pink lips open invitingly, still dilated
from previous abuse. A small trickle of urine forming a small lake
between her legs.
The man in the bomber jacket bends down and grabs one slim ankle
and begins to drag the body across the cold concrete floor toward the
work bench. Her bloody hair paints a trail on the floor. He turns to
the collection of tools on the bench.
Click!
Static... snow on screen. White noise.
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