Brian removed half the ice from the ice-cooler in the other room, constantly bringing Leah near hypothermia then burning her with scalding water. He even yanked her out of the shower and dragged her by her ankles to throw her into the ice cooler.

She begged and pleaded for him to not kill her.
"PLEASE SIR OH PLEASE SIR!"
"Be a good girl." He left her in there for several minutes before opening it again.
"YES SIR OH THANK YOU SIR!" the crying little girl with pert tits expressed her desperate gratitude as he yanked her from the ice cooler and threw her to the ground. She had been burned, spanked, and iced, her belly smacked as she was forced to dance in silly poses with her weak arms holding her soaked clothes above her head. How could she withstand what came next?

He filled a small pot with kerosene and made her sit in it and rub some on her tits with her own hands, then tied her hands to the metal railing by the stairs.

Oh! She could dance then! Her fire ass was swinging all over the place and she screamed loudly, but the basement muffled it well and her younger brother took no interest if he could hear her through his blasting headphones. She put her hands on her ass and that lit them on fire! He took a stick from the stockpile of fire wood and kept poking her ass until it caught fire too and he could poke her breasts, setting them aflame as well. She was such a sight! Filled with painful thermal and kinetic energy, the flames eventually died down but she kept dancing in pain.

He tied her the other way and ripped some dots on her belly and she knew what was next, begging "NOOOooohhhhhoooo ohhh gawhd nooo!!" But he lit anyway, and she danced freshly. He let her stand there in disgrace and nerve-wracking pain for half an hour before cutting the rope.

He gripped her arms behind her back with his right arm below her back and held her legs over her bruised tummy with his left, holding her ankles in hand, and carried her back to the bathroom, partly charred and folded in half.

"Clog the drain with your clothes. Fill it with your panties!" She obeyed and he shoved her socks and crumpled bra in her mouth. He poured all the coals, multiple big previously-unopened bags-wroth, all over the bottom of the shower and poured all the kerosene over it, except that he saved some to run over her legs and run some over her wrists and elbows, and especially over her already burned ass.

"PLEASE SIR IS THERE ANYTHING THERE MUST BE SOMETHING I CAN DO I'LL GIVE YOU MY VIRGINITY!"
"Fine. I have an idea. After I'm done fucking you, your only chance of survival will be holding still for long enough to not die." How long would that be? When someone discovered her!

He grabbed her by the neck and slapped her burned butt, boobs and belly, threw her to the ground, and fucked her in every hole. Her body swayed as he wanted it to. Her ass in the air back and forth when her tight butthole enveloped his hairy cock, and when she was flipped over, her back got rug burns from being rubbed back and forth on coarse carpet. He pulled her face up and shoved it around his penis and rammed himself down her throat rapidly.

After he came for the third time, he punched out all her teeth, grabbing pliers and yanking them out entirely, the her eyes and made her give him head again.

"Lick it!" He slapped her, "Lick it like I WANT you to!" He then put the tip of his cock inside her eyesockets and jizzed inside her skull, then fucked her ass again until he came for a fifth time, aiming in the other eye.

He held his gun in her ass and moved it back and forth, fucking her with it until she prolapsed. He pinched her prolapsed anus and dragged her to the shower, putting her in the position he grew accustomed to seeing her in, with her face smashed against the tiled wall, low near the floor and her chin resting on a small shelf for soap, her feet pulled bag and spread to opposing corners, and her ass jutting up backwards- even better with a prolapsed butthole, the center of the show. He smacked her imploded anus a few times and inserted some coals after pouring kerosene in, and did the same to her eyes, mouth, and pussy.

Her pain was unimaginable. Her hands were tied together above her back.

She was handed 2 glass bottles, one to hold in each hand. Brian loved seeing her wonder what they were. She could see smoke. He filled 1 with kindling and dropped in a couple of matches. The other was sealed and filled with explosive material.

He tied both bottles to the doorknob, rigging it to yank them from he her hands on the off chance that she didn't drop them before someone opened it.

It would only take 1 bottle to light her on fire.

He watched the news in his house. Miraculously, they did't know it was him.

"A teacher and 3 of her students was viciously murdered today, all attacked sexually and in incredibly graphic methods, even for such a gruesome crime. They were tortured and incinerated. One young girl was pregnant and found drowned. Her unborn baby pulled from her, and younger sister in the same room, rigged to a trap." A news anchor clearly had difficulty in keeping herself professional.

"We got texts from her phone but it wasn't her. We were tricked into killing her."

"Another woman, their teacher, was questioned but could only scream and quickly bled to death on her way to the hospital." The anchorwoman was visibly crying, "And uh. Um. Another young girl was burned to death in a similar... trap. Her younger brother opened the door and is being treated for burns. His exact condition is not known."

"I'm getting word that their deaths have all been uploaded to various social-media and file-sharing sites. It's even more graphic than previously expected." The anchorwoman looked at something behind the camera. "Oh." She was beside herself.