Corpsing

The naked girl was dragged onto the scaffold. Her expression shifted from anxiety to terror at the sight of a man resting an oversized sword on his shoulder. She was forced to her knees…

“Cut! We can’t have that…”

“Can’t have what?!”

The director approached her.

“Your obvious… Excitement[.”

“Seriously? You’re worried that some people would see that[i] before I… Paint the set with my blood?!”

“Everyone would notice, you’re practically dripping!”

“Well, isn’t that something they’d like to see?”

“It’s out of character. Just take care of it...”

“Fine!”

She stood up, and dragged her executioner off the set.



Witnesses

The somber couple were led to their tiny observation chamber, and walked in front of the one-way mirror, seeing the guillotine waiting behind.

As soon as the door closed, the woman lifted her skirt, dropped her panties, and started rubbing herself with one hand while leaning against the glass with the other, while the man pulled down his pants.

Just as he slid into her, their chamber went dark. A girl in casual clothes and handcuffs was led to the guillotine, tied to the bascule, lowered, and beheaded. He quietly grunted.

They emerged from the chamber, only slightly disheveled.[/i]