"Why should I just kill you? You did worse to me, you killed someone I love." I saw her eyes slowly drop as I spoke. "You killed her without a 2nd thought. I have to live without her now. And you think she's the sinner."

"No! We're all sinners! She's in a better- AAHHHWWWW!!"

How dare she? I punched her face in... with a hammer.

"Yeah, a better place than you, that's for damn sure."

She only looked at me, wide eyed in fear, and clearly hoped it would be over soon. Her hopes were to be dashed.

I grabbed a rope of strong spiraling intertwined wires and noosed it around he, then threw the othe end over a steel bar overhead and anchored it. I pulled, slowly, again and again, until she was hanging from the floor, still tied to a chair. The legs of it dangled just milimeters in the air, and her tiptoes jumped around on the groun, never quite gaining support. Her ribs and hips burst into the conventional rope keeping her sitting in an Execution Throne.

I left her hanging there for a while, then came back with a chainsaw.

I laughed as her eyes went wide and she shimmied in the chair, giving it a lap dance with her firm bottom.

I walked over as I rev'd it up. She screamed and begged, her hair stuck to her face with sweat. "NO! NO! OH PLEASSE! OH NOOOoogGHHHoh!! no-OHHHH" She cried and whined.

"AHHH HA! AHHHHH HAA! AAAGGHAAAAAAAA!!" As soon as the spinning blades touched her skin, she could no longer speak like a human, instead only screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

I cut off only her ankles, and then her arms just past her elbows. Finally, I cut off all the skin and ropes at her sides, from her armpits to her shins.

The only rope on her now is at her neck, and she's now swinging back and forth, shaking wildly froom the pain and terror and not held down by the ropes of the chair.

I lower the wire rope she hangs on, to relieve her breath a little, and fuck her asshole a lot.My arms under her shoulders, covered in her blood, and it runs down all over my body and splatters on the ground. She's crying in pain that burns the areas of missing skin.

After I'm done raping the crying bitch, I let her hang again, except I come back in just a moment with a hang-up bar she can bite to not die.

"Clench that as I stich skin grafts on you... unless you really would rather be dead." I knew she'd try to live if she was going to be in pain either way, but her body would be able to endure only so much...