And what profitable day it was. The flow of customers was nearly endless, each one of them chomping at the bit for a chance to use the man's incredible machine. By the end of the day, the man's pockets were full to bursting with money.

Though the day was more than profitable in cash, unfortunately it was very poor in imagination. The townsfolk were much less than enthused than the man about using the machine for sadistic pleasures. Instead, they saw the utility of the machine as a means of cheap surgery. Face reconstruction, tummy tucks, cavity removal, those were the sort of drab demands those commoners made of such a sophisticated device. It was such a pity.

The machine was called the MegaMutilator 7000, it was meant to be used to disfigure and transfigure humans in ways beyond mortal comprehension! Needless to say, the man was disappointed in the menial desires of the common masses. Honestly though, he didn't expect much from them anyways. No, what the man was truly striving for that day was recognition, a reputation that would reach the furthest corners of the town, and in that sense the day had been a successful one. It was barely daybreak the next day whereupon the man received word of an invitation, a summons to the most exclusive of venues. Yes, that was what he had been working towards. Without any hesitation, the man loaded his machine into his truck. He drove with great urgency towards his next audience, the Destiny Heights walled community.

The residents of Destiny Heights were the cream of the crop, every homeowner there different in so many ways, but all too similar in the most important traits: too much money, too much time, and too much boredom. An environment like that, where earthly pleasures flowed as freely as tap water, was a breeding ground for creativity, and the desire for the new and bizarre was in high demand. As soon as they had heard of the man and tales of the spectacular feats his machine could accomplish, they wasted no time in welcoming him into their closely guarded community. The gates wide open for him, the man was more than happy to take them up on the opportunity. After all, these were the kind of people he was looking for. These elites with no regard for morals or obligations were sure to stretch the MegaMutilator 7000 to it absolute limits in the ways of depravity and hedonism, and for that reason alone the man trembled with overwhelming excitement.

Upon reaching the entrance to Destiny Heights, the man was immediately greeted by a middle-aged man and his young wife. This couple introduced themselves as the Jacksons and it was clear from the get-go that these people were heads of their community. The sharpest, cleanest suit, the most elegant and lovely dress, these two were the gleaming picture of wealth and power. It was with their word that the man was allowed into Destiny Heights.

They served as the man's escort and with their guidance he was led to where the machine was to be prepared. Near the center of the community towered a grand theater, one whose massive size screamed extravagance and excess. It was on that stage that the man was able to set up his machine, and no sooner than he had unloaded the device before he was reached out to by the Jacksons.

Mrs. Jackson stood in awe at the machine's beauty, shifting from side to side as she rubbed her thighs together.

"What a terrifying device! Ooh, you can just feel its tremendous power! Isn't that right, Dear?"

Mr. Jackson guffawed, "Yes, indeed! Good sir, we just cannot wait to see it in action!" Mr. Jackson turned towards the man and shook his hand. "We're expecting great things from you, sir! We have taken the liberty of scheduling your performance for later tonight, I assume that won't be an issue?"

The man nodded, "Yes, that should be fine. Before that though, I'd like to discuss the payment for my services. Usually, I wou-"

Mr. Jackson rudely interrupted the man, raising his hand up suddenly. He snapped his fingers and not even a second later, he was approached by a prim attendant carrying a briefcase. Another snap, and the briefcase was opened.

"I assume this can cover your fees one-thousand-fold. This amount was collectively gathered from each member attending your performance tonight. There should be no complaints concerning payment, correct?"

The man's eyes bulged out of his head. The sheer number of bills contained in that briefcase boggled the mind. To provide this much without even consulting him for an estimate was not only a testament to the infinite wealth of the upper echelon of society, but was also a telling indication of the necessity of his machine to these people. For these greater beings, there was no surgeon on Earth out of their reach. The fact that they needed him to perform for them meant that what they had in mind for him could be nothing less than extraordinary. He would do his best to not disappoint.

"Thank you. This is very generous of you all." The man graciously accepted the payment. Just before he could take it from the attendant, Mr. Jackson snapped his fingers again and the briefcase was snatched away.

Mr. Jackson lowered his head apologetically, "Ah, I'm sorry, but I'd like it if we might be able to see a demonstration before handing over any payment. I hope that's not too much trouble. It's just that we need to make sure you are the genuine article. I hope you can understand."

The man understood perfectly. As great a technical marvel the MegaMutilator 7000 was, it was reasonable to doubt its capabilities. For those who had not witnessed the machine firsthand, one could easily dismiss claims of its seemingly impossible feats. The man stepped up to the machine's control panel, ready to input directions.

"Do you have any product on you now? It doesn't have to be anything special, any old stray dog or cat will do for a simple demonstration."

The Jacksons exchanged a knowing glance between themselves. Mrs. Jackson stepped out for a moment while Mr. Jackson turned back to the man.

"Actually," Mr. Jackson explained, "we prepared a little something for your arrival."

Mrs. Jackson returned to the stage, this time with a guest following behind. Mrs. Jackson introduced the fine lady she brought with her.

"This is Juliet. She's been working for us as a maid-in-training for about a year now. Go ahead Juliet, greet our honored guest."

Juliet looked around curiously. She was a short young lady, fair skinned, with shoulder length, auburn hair. Her uniform was that of a elegant French maid, black with a white apron, adorned with decorative frills at every possible edge, her head topped with an equally frilly headband. This style was clearly chosen to match the opulent tastes her employers. Following the orders of her mistress, she curtsied and addressed the man.

"Hello Sir. It is a pleasure to meet you."

From her disposition, it seemed that she was unused to seeing new faces around here. As a member of an entirely closed-off community, an occasion such as this would be a rare one indeed. She appeared uneasy, perhaps due to a lack of training how to handle herself around guests. She had no idea why she had been specifically requested to join them that day. There were other maids that were much more qualified than her, it would have made more sense for one of them to be here to behold a guest as esteemed as the man before her. Her confusion was only compounded at Mr. Jackson's next command.

"Juliet, strip. Take all your clothes off. Your uniform, your underwear, everything."

As baffled and hesitant as Juliet was, her strict training had taught her better than to question an order from her superiors, much less the master of the estate. Her face flush with embarrassment, the girl did as she had been commanded, removing her uniform in short order, folding it neatly and handing it to Mrs. Jackson before taking off her bra and panties. Beet-red with shame, her heart pounding in her chest, Juliet trembled, frozen in the face of the group's gazes as she stood naked before them. His eyes locked onto the young woman's lithe body, Mr. Jackson instructed her to climb onto the cold metal table sat beneath the machine. The man pressed a button on the control panel and Juliet cried out as the strong of the machine locked her in place on her back.

"Ah! Sir? Sir! I can't move!"

The Jacksons' eyes lit up, pleased at the developments unfolding in front of them. Mr. Jackson smiled at the man.

"Splendid! Simply splendid! So now you can change her however we want?" The man nodded in confirmation. "That's incredible! Let's see... How do you want Juliet changed, Dear?"

"Let's have this good sir here decide for us. I'm sure he knows much more about this machine than we do. Oh, but if you would, I'd like her made into a sort of display piece. Something that can welcome the visitors when they arrive and also serve as a preview for the show to come."

The man knew just the thing. Juliet, out of the loop as she was, looked around with worry at the Jacksons' excited expressions. She had no clue what was in store for her, but she knew she didn't want to find out. Despite her training, she opened her mouth and prepared to order she be released, but before she could, the machine started its warm-up cycle. Lights flashed and parts whirred as the arms went through their various articulations, each tool presented more fearsome than the last. Even had she not been stuck down to the table, Juliet would have been paralyzed with fear. Her voice caught in her throat, she was too scared to make a noise, too frightened to speak up in the face of danger. A whining hum filled the theater as the energy in the sphere embedded in the machine charged up. Finally, everything set to go, the man pressed the start button and the machine went to work.

Unlike the demonstrations he had done the day before, this time the man programmed the machine to operate at a relatively slower pace. The Jacksons and other residents of Destiny Heights differed from the people in town, they had the stomachs to handle the gore and bloodshed and would not want to miss the spectacle of it all. Though the machine still moved very fast, it was a manageable speed, not the untraceable blur of metal and light that the townsfolk had been presented with the day before. This allowed the Jacksons to revel in the display as the first cut was made into Juliet's shapely thigh.

The machine's scalpels were so sharp and so steady, that even though a huge part of the leg had already been sliced into, the pain didn't truly hit until the lasers started cauterizing the veins. With her head pinned down, Juliet couldn't look up to see what was being done to her leg, but she could feel it now, the searing pain of burning flesh. Her burning flesh. Her pain receptors firing on high, Juliet followed her natural instincts and began to scream hysterically. Pain that intense could only mean one thing to the simple mind of the human animal: that she was dying and screaming was the only way she could get rescued. Except, there would be no rescue for her. No, for her there was nothing but the amused smirks of her employers, entranced as the skin and muscles around her upper thigh was severed away down to the bone.

A set of arms with small mirrors on the ends came down and helped direct the lasers into the harder to reach spots, immediately stopping the bleeding around the entire circumference of the exposed muscle and flesh, and with that, the cutting arms moved on to begin cutting into the left leg. The only connection left between the right leg to its host being the femur, no more cutting would be required on it. Instead, three grabbing arms came down. At their ends were long, multi-jointed metallic appendages, and, like tentacles, they tightly coiled around the exposed bone, the mid-thigh, and the ankle. With one forceful, precisely coordinated tug, the arms yanked the leg bone right out of its socket, separating it from the main body. The motion was extremely jarring, reverberating throughout Juliet's entire body.

There was no doubt she felt it, responding appropriately with a ear-piercing shriek. Her leg still in the grasp of the grabbing arms, they lifted it away in preparation for tossing it aside, and in that moment Juliet had spotted it, silencing her instantly. She knew what it was at a glance and the realization chilled her blood cold. She followed it with her eyes as it was thrown off the table, landing to the stage floor with a heavy thud. The sound echoed in her head. She lay there dumbfounded, numb to any pain as she tried to comprehend what had just happened.

Meanwhile, the cutting arms and lasers had already finished separating the meat of her other leg and the sewing arms were nearly done stitching her first wound shut, but that didn't register to her, her mind was swirling with questions and fear. And then, she felt the body-shaking tug again, the wet pop, and as she looked over to see, she was once again treated to the sight of her own severed leg.

This time, the truth hit like a truck. Releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding, Juliet's chest heaved violently as she gasped for air. She gagged against her own tongue as she began yelling with renewed vigor, fighting against the hold on her body with as much strength as she could muster. She tried pushing herself off with her arms, but she could barely even move a finger, much less her arm. Even so, she did not give up moving that finger, wriggling it around as if her life depended on it, as if the power of that finger alone could help her escape this nightmare. Then, the cutting arms came around to her right shoulder. She watched up close as the knifes pieced her supple white skin. All feeling from that finger cut out in an instant and with it, any hope of escape Juliet had was lost.

Juliet closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as she tried to endure the intense pain of having her arm cut apart with scalpels followed by the harsh sting of the white-hot energy beams. She tried to deny it all, it was just too horrible. None of this could be real. Then, she felt the tug and the pop. Her eyes shot open and where there was once her right arm, there was now empty table. A guttural wail escaped her throat as she mourned her loss, completely drowning out the thud of her arm hitting the floor.

This was it, her life was over. As the cutting arms of the machine travelled over to her right shoulder, Juliet wondered what she had done to deserve this cruel torture. She looking around, her eyes met those of the Jacksons. It was then that she saw it. The smug satisfaction on their faces. This, this was all their fault. They knew what was going to happen and they had tricked her. They didn't even try to help, this was all a part of their plan and they were loving it. A fury she had never felt before fumed up inside Juliet and as the pain from the lasers hit her remaining arm, she absolutely lost it. All at once, her maid training fell to shambles as she released her rage upon the Jacksons.

"You fucking bastards! Fuck you! You piece of shits deserve to rot in hell! I threw my whole life away just to shine your fucking shoes and scrub your fucking toilets but I-"

Another tug and pop rocked her body, completely shutting down her train of thought. Juliet gasped. looking down at her now-empty shoulder. The sewing arm came next and as it began stitching up the final wound, her fury died out in a whimper. It was all pointless now. Everything was pointless.

The buzzer rang out and all the arms retracted up to their default positions. The crystal sphere's light faded and then, there was silence. The only noises to be heard were those of sobs as the limbless thing on the table cried to herself. The man stepped over to Juliet. Picking the finished product up, he presented her to the Jacksons and took his bow.

The Jacksons clapped feverishly. Never before had they seen such a raw, unforgiving display of destruction and emotion. To say that they were impressed was an understatement. Mr. Jackson snapped his fingers and the attendant returned with the case of money. In a bizarre exchange, the attendant took the girl from the man as he handed him the briefcase. He brought Juliet over to the Jacksons, who eagerly looked her over, poking and prodding the amputation sites with much interest. Too distraught to notice or care, Juliet just sobbed pitifully.

"Please. Kill me. Just end it."

Her words went ignored as mad gibberish of a broken soul. The Jacksons cared little for her concerns. Mrs. Jackson turned to the man, beaming with gratitude.

"Thank you good sir! She's just perfect! That was an amazing performance!"

"Yes, simply marvelous!" Mr. Jackson chimed in, "I can tell we are in for quite the show tonight! Your work is stunningly flawless, I can see why you were so highly regarded."

The man smiled back at the two. "That's the power of the MegaMutilator 7000, the world's greatest technological marvel. I'm sure everyone will be more than thrilled to see what it can do later."

The Jacksons nodded in unison. They both agreed they had made the right call in inviting this wondrous man into their community. Taking Juliet from the attendant's grasp, Mrs. Jackson began carrying her off of the stage.

"I'm going to go prepare Juliet up in the entrance hall. Goodbye good sir, I'm looking forward to tonight."

And with that, she and her husband left the man alone on stage, their excited chatting echoing behind them as they walked away. There was still much to do to set the stage for the most phenomenal performance humanity would ever know, but for now the man was just happy in knowing his craft would finally get the appreciation it deserved.