Next to her, Meris continued to pant softly, one hand between her legs, sliding a finger in and out of her wet slit. Sonja felt the same welcoming pleasure between her legs, but she continued to pull the rope up until Marisha's body hung completely clear of the ground, her fingertips inches above the bloody concrete.

Her efforts brought Sonja close to one of the iron pipes in the room and Sonja wrapped the rope around it tightly, until there was no danger of Marisha falling to the ground. Padding over, she pulled the helpless girl's legs apart until her sex was obscenely exposed. One knee hung slightly looser than the other, from where Sonja broke it, but she no longer cared.

“Meris, wake her up?”

“Uh... how?”

“Cold water should do the trick, Love.”

As Meris started to pour ice-cold water from the slop sink by the washer, Sonja went to the closet filled with knives. Selecting a few of the delicate ones, she caressed the wooden handles. Some of the handles were bone, but the wood felt better against her palm. Grabbing three good knives, she returned just as Marisha began to beg for her life.

“Please... please, I'll do anything.”

Meris scoffed. “Like ramming my head against the locker?”

“No... no, I'll be your slave, I'll do anything.”

Running her fingers into Marisha's hair, Meris pulled the dangling girl close to her bare crotch.

“Like lick me until I come?”

Tears dripped from Marisha's face, her voice pleading and helpless. “Please?”

“No!” Meris shoved at her hard. Marisha's body swung violently around in the room as Meris snapped at her. “You were the one who wrote those fucking letters! Why would I want a fuck toy when Sonja gives me everything I want, every single fucking thing!”

The girl's face purpled with rage.

Sonja decided to stop the anger and wrapped one arm around Meris, calming her in an instant. “Shush, love. I'm sure she is so very sorry for what she's done to you. But, it won't matter soon.”

Marisha babbled and nodded, her arms flailing helplessly as she tried to look up. “No, I'll do anything. Please, I'll---”

Meris' body tensed up and Sonja kissed her softly. “I'll handle this.”

Slipping away from Meris, Sonja knelt down in front of Marisha, setting the wood-handled knives on the ground. With kind, almost delicate hands, she steadied Marisha's head and pressed her knees on both side, parting the dangling arms. Marisha's eyes flashed to the line of her sex, then back up to Sonja's face.

“I promise-”

Marisha's hands grabbed her legs, holding herself steady even as the tears continued to drip down her face.

Sonja shook her head, “Too late now. You hurt my love,” Marisha's face dropped, eyes burning in fear, “and you are about to become an example for the others.”

“No, please, I'll do-”

“Anything, I've heard. And I only have a single task for you to do.”

Marisha sniffed, her eyes bright with tears.

“What?”

“You just have to die.”

A soft whisper of terror came from her, her eyes shimmering with fear. Sonja paused for a moment as a new emotion swirled around in Marisha's shimmering eyes. A burning hint of something else, much like the bright gaze from Meris. With a slow realization, Sonja saw a hint of lust in those eyes. The hands on Sonja's legs tightened as Marisha looked into Sonja's eyes and there was a silent realization of their roles: killer and victim.

Sonja looked down, keeping her face hard even as she pondered the mixture of fear and excitement in the red-haired girl's eyes.

Marisha shook her head, tears rolling down her forehead. “No...”

Meris stepped up next to her, “Sonja?”

Sonja stood up, releasing Marisha's head but letting the frantic hands hold her legs. One hand stroked against Meris and they shared a smile.

“Sonja, what are you going to do?”

“I'm going to show you what meat girls are like... when a butcher gets them.”

Meris squealed in joy but it took Marisha a few moments to realize her fate. Sonja felt the hands tighten on her legs. She reached down and picked up the knives. Her hair brushed against Marisha's face.Marisha's.

Her victim gave her a tear-filled whisper. “Please don't do this.”

Sonja looked at her hard. “You hurt her.”

Standing up with the knives, she stroked along Marisha's naked body. Her fingers stroked along the tense thighs, the taut stomach, even down to the large breasts. She tweaked one nipple, hard and hot, and stroked back up to caress the puffy, moist lips between Marisha's legs. Easing one finger into the crevice, she felt a slick moistness of excitement dripping off her fingertips.

“Excited? How surprising.”

Somehow, it didn't feel that surprising, after dreams and nightmares of this. Next to her, Meris moaned softly, one hand dipped between her legs as she slowly backed up into the wall, between Betty and Ming. Soft moans filled the basement as Sonja stroked one, then two fingers into the slick opening.

Marisha cried out, begging for her life, but Sonja could feel her juices growing hotter and wetter with each stroke.

“Well, helpless little Marisha. Apparently the idea of being gutted seems to appeal to you.”

Marisha shook her head violently, but only a soft, whimpering moan escaped. Sonja continued to plunge her fingers into the hole, enjoying the wet slurping noises that filled the basement.

“I'm going to show you why you never hurt my love.”

Hesitated cries for help rose up, but Sonja ignored them as she let her dripping fingers fall way from the slick skin. Hefting the knives in her hand, she pulled out a long thin one. Handling it gracefully, she drew the sharp point up along Marisha's stomach. The girl panted heavily, her body spasming with fear as the point indented the skin, drawing up and leaving a tiny trail of blood.

The tip rose up along the helpless body. Sonja could feel the contradictions of fear and excitement from Marisha's body as she danced the tip along the puffy folds that peeked up from between her legs. With Meris moaning at the edge of the room, Sonja worked out one fold of Marisha's labia, teasing it out and holding it.

Pressing the sharp point against the swollen fold, she sliced it through the skin without even an moment's hesitation. Marisha's body writhed violently, her choked scream filling the room.

Meris moaned and gasped, her fingers working frantically between her legs. The wet slurping could only be heard through the screams.

Sonja sliced through the vulva and sliced it off. Blood poured from her fingers as she sliced it clear to the end. The length of bloody meat bounced off Marisha's spasming cunt before dropping to the ground.

Marisha's body twisted back and forth, screaming even as the powerful scent of her excitement and blood flooded the room.

Sonja drew the tip of her knife down, slicing the tip along the skin, cutting her open as blood welled from from the wound. She brought the knife blade down, riding the tip until it reached the apex of Marisha's female slit. Then, she drew it closer, cutting through skin and muscle, drawing the knife down. Marisha screamed out, writhing as she panted violently.

Blood coursed down the taut stomach as Sonja brought the blade further down, slicing through muscles and skin, cutting around the belly button. Internal organs swelled out of the wound as she continued cutting down, parting skin like button until she stopped right as the blade hit the girl's sternum.

Marisha's scream died out, but her body continued to writhe around in endless spasms.

Sonja bent over and set down the blade. She looked into Marisha's eyes and smiled. “Does it hurt?”

Marisha nodded slowly, tears in her eyes.

Sonja's smile grew broader. “Does it feel good?”

Marisha shuddered and hesitated, resisting it even as Sonja saw curls of pleasure growing inside her. Both hands bare, Sonja trailed a finger along the lips of her parted mouth, then drew up her fingers, caressing along sweaty flesh. As her fingertips found the gaping wound, she parted the flesh, pulling it apart even as Marisha moaned weakly.

Fingers dipped into the wound. It parted with a wet ripping noise and intestines and organs splashed out of her body.

Meris cried out from an orgasm as Sonja reached and found more of them, pulling them out and letting them drop to the ground in steaming piles.

Soon, Marisha's stomach was emptied out. Sonja leaned back and stared at the gaping wound, her body shaking with an orgasm that didn't need anything besides blood and a knife. A few slick organs stuck out from her body.

Sonja reached in and cut them out. She let each one drop to the ground as she did so. Her hands explored inside the wet orifice of the girl's body, touching and feeling, enjoying the feel of every shudder that coursed through the teenager's body.