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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs18\kerning28 More mayhem
 and death\par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Pol Pot
\u8217\'92s merry men had their own style of killing. They hog tied the victim so
 the hands and feet were one package. Very uncomfortable to say the least. Once 
they had them all trussed up nicely they went down the line cutting throats. Of 
course any pretty women or girls were usually gang raped first and most everybody
 had to admit to crimes first. Crimes like wearing glasses or knowing how to read
. Imagine being the last in line and watching the knife slide through flesh, seeing
 the red fountains from each slashed neck, seeing the bodies go limp, hearing the
 cries for mercy and the screams, and the sound of blood splashing. Knowing that
 you were seeing your future and being unable to do anything but wait to die.\par
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     I had
 it down to a science. The women were tied into chairs by wrist and lap belts. Once
 the guards had them all in a nice neat line I started at one end and simply placed
 the muzzle of my shotgun right against a chest between the tits and squeezed the
 trigger. The body was thrown backward and the chair would fall over. Death was 
instantaneous since the combined effects of the blast and the lead pellets just 
pulped the heart and lungs. Shoot, pump the slide KA CUNK, step over to the next
 one and do it again with a brief pause every sixth one to reload. Messy but I didn
\u8217\'92t have clean up after myself. Six dead women every forty seconds with 
reloading time included.  \par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     We had
 a nice hot fire going, I mean a big one. I\u8217\'92ve seen smaller fires when 
a cottage burned. Around all four sides there was a makeshift ladder with a naked
 woman tied to the top. A couple of ropes held it upright and in place. The women
 were screaming, begging, and praying. [to Satan but even he could not intervene
 because we were doing God\u8217\'92s work]\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 It was time
. Starting with the oldest the ropes were let slip so that the ladder holding her
 body slowly tipped forward until she was first over and then in the hottest part
 of the flames. Her hair went up first, a bright flare around her head. I supposed
 it was Satan\u8217\'92s  way of welcoming her home. She writhed in the flames for
 a little while but the ropes holding her burned away and she fell into the heart
 of the fire. The others followed in turn and then the last two were placed on ladders
 and they also went home to their master. We were done here and we must move on, 
there are so many witches and so little time.\par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     I\u8217
\'92d never hung a ten year old before although I knew it was done. My lord just
 didn\u8217\'92t seem to what to do it but as they say there\u8217\'92s a first 
time for everything. The girl was the daughter of a noted highwayman that we\u8217
\'92d been after for a while. I had strict orders to give her the full treatment
 just as I would have done to any female sent to me. She was not yet budding but
 I stripped her anyway. She was dirty but still cute. I cleaned her up some before
 taking her to my bed. Once I was done pleasing myself I had her taken out to the
 scaffold and place in the stocks until I got there to finish the job. In the meantime
 the word was spread that anybody that wanted to make use of the little ass that
 was stuck out so invitingly they were welcome to. By the time I got there the line
 was around the corner. I sent a man to tell any newcomers that there would be no
 more allowed to join those waiting. Never figured there were so many guys interested
 in having a little kid. It took most of the day for everybody that was in line 
to get their turn but there was enough time before dark to send her on her way. 
She was pretty well used up but I got her up and walking well enough to get up the
 steps and then up the ladder. I almost felt sorry for her. The thick rope looked
 odd around her thin neck and I knew that she would be a long time dying. I turned
 her off the ladder and stood back to watch as her struggles began. They would last
 a long time. It took her until sunset to die. By then her face was black and the
 blood from her bitten tongue was dripping on the boards below her. In the morning
 I was offered a nice piece of change for her body by a merchant. Since it saved
 me the trouble of cutting her down and hauling her stiff body away I figured what
 the hell. He must have something planned for her and since she was dead I had done
 my job. Whatever he did with her was his business. Her father graced the same gallows
 a few weeks later and just before he was turned off he listened to the tale of 
her fate. \par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28    It was
 so easy. She was standing with her back to me. I had just finished using hr body
 for my pleasure and she had modestly turned away after she got up. With a quick
 simple motion I slipped the heavy plastic wire tie over her head and zipped it 
up tight. She turned to face me but it was already too late. Her breathing was shut
 off and so was most of the blood to her brain. She managed a look of surprise and
 started to say something before she went down. She tried to claw at her neck a 
little as she thrashed around on the floor but her time was very limited. Perhaps
 thirty seconds after I had tightened the plastic noose she was about done. Laying
 quietly with the piss leaking out and the last few tremors shaking her body. I 
took a stethoscope and listened to her dying heart. After ten minutes her heartbeat
 was gone but she had already been dead for most of that.  \par}

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