"Pull on her legs! PULL HER FROM THE HAIR ON HER HEAD! The four men pulled with all their might, digging their feet in the ground and pushing themselves away from Alice while maintaining iron grips on her skinless legs.

A thick trail of blood slid from her back and pooled around her, swamping her thick hair. Strands of dangling skin followed, flowing from where they were still connected like yarn taped to a suffering toy. Emili lit a cigar and ignited the spots of alcohol that was spat on her arms, burning some strands off. Pieces of her scalp tore off and and clumps of hair stuck to Emilie's boots. Her breasts dangled around, swaying back towards her face- as if her own nipples stared into her eyes- as she was dragged, then bouncing forward and smacking her bloodied ribs and belly when her scalp quit and she was yanked her from own hair. Her tits bounced forward and back several times, eliciting laughter from everyone in view of the camera plus several others, as well as many shadier viewers enjoying the footage.

Alice thrashed about, flailing wildly. Her torso jutted up and her blood-crowned head crunched forward- only the hairline remaining of her once-lush locks. Her left arm smacked the floor several times, swinging up and slamming down, and what was left of her right arm rotated wildly as she sprang her chest side to side, swinging her boobies with them.

"I love how your titties dance as you suffer!" Emili kicked one, causing the screaming professional to jut to the side, expanding her ribs on one side but crunching the other, which Emilie quickly took the opportunity to stomp on multiple times in just seconds. She did the same to the other side, even focusing on Alice's solar plexus and already-spanked belly.

Alice jetted her chest from side to side, twisting and begging, blocking as best she could with her left arm, with sharply put pressure on the bone jutting from her right elbow and causing her to helpless fall back on her shoulders. Emili stomped on her breasts, kicking them and smushing her boots around Alice's nipples until their turns came. The nipples were sliced off before the rest of the breast was skinned. Most of her skin had been removed, but her vagina was left.

"Give me her ankles!" She held them high and apart as the camera focused on the 2 ladies, then zoomed in on Alice's genitals, "Take all the skin off her! Her belly! Her back! And her neck! Yes, even her cunt!" Alice thrashed wildly, screaming or inhaling quickly when she wasn't choking on pain. Her breasts dangled above her, occasionally hitting her chin, glaring her in the eyes and pouring blood in them.

"Cut her ovaries out! Cut her clitoris off! I want her girlhood! Give it to me! It's mine now!" Emili laughed viciously, "I WILL KEEP YOU IN JARS!" She stepped on Alice's skinless neck then stomped down several times. The high-definition video zoomed on Alice's bare pussy being skinned, the unshaven but visible vagina being sliced away after a knife was shoved in one side, then circled around. The clit was sliced away and handed to Emili, who released one ankle and pocketed Alice's clit and pubic skin.

Emili stepped away and buried the pitchfork pointing-up in a potted plant, before shoving Alice's ass on it upside down as she bled. It poked through her meaty-but-skinless asscheeks and her left arms sprang down to hold her up, but her arm gave in and she dangled helpless and pathetically in midair, her bottom slowly being torn from itself. She shook as violently as possible, even before Emili's 2 female bodyguards stepped forward to cut out Alice's innards- first taking her ovaries, uterus, and prolapsed anus, then gutting stomach open and pulling out intestines.

Alice's final moments were spent blinded by her own blood- feeling herself be paraded down a street and planted in a garden, doused in gasoline, and incinerated before the last blood left her head- flailing in pain and panic the whole time. Emili and her 2 bodyguards hammered the charred corpse's cranium and broke apart her skull- leaving her face broken but somewhat recognizable, being the only part of her body with skin left- and put Alice's cooked brain where her vagina used to be, nesting it at her crispy pelvis, at the bottom of her spine where her asshole used to be. She was essentially a statue that decorated the city garden for until she decomposed. Ravens, vultures, and crows picked at her, feasting on the bugs that called her home. Flies infested her with maggots.

She was a hideously wretched sight- but her waist was still thin, her hips wide. The hair from her head draped over her brain, her intestines over her chin, and her rectum and ladies parts in jars on Emili's bedside drawer.