Autumn wept as she was lead into the room. A cold steel scaffold was erected in the back against the wall, it’s joints configurable so the bound victim could be moved and positioned in any number of ways. A video camera sat on a tripod pointed directly at it, it’s display open and a single red light blinking.

“Oh god, please” Autumn meekly teased out. Tears were streaming down her gentle cheeks from eyes concealed by lengthy bangs. “Please just kill me and get this over with.” she pleaded, but she knew in her heart it would be to no avail. She and the other girls were forced to watch the execution preceding their own, so she knew what horrors awaited her. Just yesterday, she had been taken to this exact room to find one of the other girls from her group strapped to this very scaffold. Over the course of several hours she watched in complete horror as the executioner slit open the poor girl’s abdomen and dumped her guts out between her legs. The screaming and crying and begging of the girl was now stamped on her brain. She cried all night and didn’t sleep for even a moment, her mind in shock from seeing such a tortured and drawn out death. They came for her the next morning.

The moment she saw which room they were taking her to Autumn began to cry and beg. She knew what was in store for her and she couldn’t even begin to imagine what the experience was going to be like. All she knew was that she had to stop it somehow, there was no way that was going to happen to her. But she couldn’t see a way to get out of it. She was handcuffed and deep within a facility she couldn’t even begin to guess the location of. She had no tools or resources, only the cuffs around her wrists and ankles and what little clothing they had been issued, which mainly consisted of a skin tight short sleeve crop top several sizes too small and similar tight shorts. The clothing had hardly been appropriate for the cold nights on the concrete floor of the girl’s cell and they had resorted to huddling together in as they slept for warmth.

As they began to unlock her cuffs, she briefly started thinking about running for the door, but the guards were careful and kept a tight grip on her, making sure to bind her feet to the scaffold before undoing her hands. The scaffold was arranged so that she was standing up with her feet spaced about a foot and a half apart and her arms strapped down by her sides. There were two handles just below the binds which she could grip and hold onto. The middle of the scaffold was extruded slightly, forcing her to push her belly out a bit.

“Oh god, please please please don’t do this to me!” she started tearfully screaming. “PLEASE! I’ll do anything you want, ANYTHING!”

She was completely ignored and her executioner continued to configure everything. Once she was fully strapped in, he adjusted her head strap so that it forced her to look down towards her abdomen. “Oh god.” she whimpered in horrible anticipation.

The executioner then took a red marker and traced a dotted line down her stomach from her sternum all the way down through her belly button and to her shorts. He then placed a frying pan on the floor between her legs, looked up at her with cold eyes and a smirk on his face, and began to finger her belly button. “Today you are going to become extremely familiar with the contents of this lovely belly of yours.” he whispered in her ear as tears streamed down her face. “Did you know you have over 25 feet of intestines coiled up in there? You saw what happened to the other girl so you know exactly what to expect. I hear the pain is just unfathomable, not to mention the gruesome sight of your own bowels hanging out the front of your bisected belly.”

At this point another man entered the room leading one of the other girls from her cell and tying her to the same chair they had bound Autumn to yesterday. Apparently they were making each of the girls watch an execution the day before it would be their turn, probably in a sadistic attempt to build fear and anticipation. This entire situation was cruel and unusual beyond measure.

They had barely gotten the girl strapped into her chair when the executioner turned back towards Autumn and grabbed a small razor from the surgical table sitting next to the scaffold. He moved it over and hovered just over her sternum with it and Autumn immediately entered full panic mode. “NO NO PLEASE WAIT NO NO NO NO.” she screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes wide in fear, tears and saliva dripping down her fair but contorted face. “WAIT WAIT WAIT I’LL DO ANYTHING I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING OH GOD PLEASE JUST DON’T CUT MY STOMACH OPEN!”

But it was too late. She felt a sudden burning pain shooting outward from just below her chest, and looked down to see the razor had pierced her soft flesh and made a small incision of about an inch or so below her sternum. A small amount of blood trickled down the front of her belly, and the executioner removed the razor and then grabbed a different tool. This appeared to be a strange knife with a small curved blade, but it was sharp in the inside of the curve and dull on the outside. He gently inserted the blade into the one inch incision he had made with the curved sharp end facing down. Autumn immediately understood what he was about to do.

“NO DON’T DO IT PLEASE STOP BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!” she screamed at him, but a moment later, she felt a wave of agony as he slowly pulled the blade down, following the dotted line he had drawn and unzipping her belly from top to bottom. It took a couple minutes for him to reach her belly button and she screamed louder than she had ever before, eyes bulging and fixated on her stomach. “OH GOD STOP PLEASE!” she screamed over and over. Her breathing had picked up and she was nearly hyperventilating, her rising and falling chest a sharp contrast of life against the specter of death just inches below. The man cut cleanly through her belly button and then in a quick motion pulled the blade all the way down to her shorts, then removed it.

Autumn was shaking visibly and realized she had just pissed herself, warm urine trickling down the inside of her thighs. The giant incision down her stomach was starting to open up, pushed by pink tubes which slowly ballooned out of the cut, forcing the sides of her bisected belly further to the left and right. She just stood there trying to hold her breath, shaking and trembling and knowing that any sudden motions could result in her exposed intestines succumbing to gravity and tumbling out to hang between her thighs like with the other girl. She looked up, eyes as wide as saucers, and noticed the girl who had been brought in earlier crying with her hands over her mouth. Then she looked down again at her ruined stomach and her breathing started to accelerate again.

The man approached again and Autumn could hardly find the words to protest as he reached towards her belly and grabbed a clump of the small intestines poking out. “WAIT PLEASE JUST STOP!” she started screaming at him again, but she knew it would be to no avail. With nothing but a gentle tug, she felt the strangest sensation of her life as nearly the entirely of her digestive tract unfurled before her eyes, fleshy tubes tumbling and wiggling as they settled between her legs in a horrific mess of loops, coils, and spirals. Almost the entire length of her grey bumpy colon hung out as well, connected to the pink intestines around the edges. She knew at this point she was definitely going to die soon. But how soon?

She had been so consumed by the horror of the imagery that she had almost entirely forgotten about the pain itself, but it came back to her in a sudden wave, and combined with the strange feeling of having her guts extruded from her abdomen, she began to wretch and vomit. She was hysterical at this point and hardly cared as she puked all over her exposed entrails. Had she been of clearer mind, she might have recognized the irony.

“KILL ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” she shrieked at her killer, “JUST FUCKING KILL ME ALREADY!”