The cute brown girl’s head was jammed onto a wooden stake. Blood dripped down from her severed neck, and her tongue still lolled out from where she’d been trying to breathe.

Blood spurted from Naomi’s neck stump as Danny lifted her head by her hair. Gianna could see the awful sight of her friend’s severed head being held aloft. With a wet thunk, Naomi’s emerald haired head was staked on a punji stick in front of her.

God’s this must have been some kind of a sick joke. She’d never felt anything as horrible in her life.
“Oh gods…. Noooo… not like this”, Gianna wanted to say… but the knife in her throat prevented her from doing anything more than struggling futilely, and waiting for her miserable tortured existence to finally end. Unfortunately for her, Ricky was having difficulty cutting through her spinal column. Her quick, painless death was turning out to be anything but.

Gianna squirmed in Ricky’s monstrous grasp as he sawed backwards and forwards trying to behead her. She gurgled in pain… but the audience just mistook her tears as ones of happiness, and her cries as ones of ecstasy.
Gianna wanted to warn them all… to tell them that they were wrong… that it was a living nightmare… for them to stop.

Gods, she wanted to live