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"Julie, tie your shirt up in the front so we can see your belly."

Julie wrinkled her nose, feeling uneasy about the whole thing.

"Come on, sex sells. That's how we're gonna get the hits and subs so we can start making that ad money," Tony urged her.

After some hesitation, Julie undid the last few buttons of her blouse and tied the two ends together, revealing several inches of white, creamy skin around her navel. "So are you gonna make James take off his shirt, too?" Julie asked with a smile. James looked at her with uncertainty, and Julie egged him on, "Let's see those big pecs, James." Then, with a giggle, she added, "Sex sells."

"Alright, f*ck it," James said, playing along, and he stripped off his tee shirt.

Julie was mildly impressed with his sculpted chest and chiseled abs, and she oohed and put her hands on him, making sure she wasn't the only one being objectified.

"Nice," Tony chimed in. "Julie, you wanna go topless too? I'll make sure to edit out any boobage."

Julie laughed. "Nice try, perv."

"Okay, fine, let's get filming, shall we?" Tony pointed at Todd and signalled for him to start rolling. Todd responded by lifting the Canon XL1 and aiming it at Julie and James. "Action!" Tony shouted, before ducking behind James' F150. Julie leaned back on the old ford and let James press himself against her. She kissed him, hesitantly at first, then with more passion. His arms enveloped her. His hands stroked her back, her ribs, her breasts, and then suddenly he was holding her by the head and sucking fiercely on her lips.

Julie went with it, wrapping her legs around James' waist and grinding against him with her pelvis. A hint of a smile touched her face when James moaned involuntarily, and she could feel his erection bulging in his jeans. She couldn't help but feel somewhat cheated when Tony stepped up behind James and raised his machete. She pulled away from James, her mouth agape in terror, and James spun around in her arms.

"Cut!" Tony shouted from behind his hockey mask. "That was perfect, great job! Julie, you looked terrified. I love it."

"You sure you don't need another take?" James asked, his face flushed red as he adjusted the crotch of his pants to accomodate his boner. Julie smiled slyly at him and Tony slapped him on the back.

"You nailed it, bud," Tony said, side-stepping James' obvious ploy for another go with Julie. "Now we'll edit in the shot where I split your skull later. You lie down there, and we'll keep shooting. Julie, you're up now."

Julie cast a nervous eye on the machete, and wished it wasn't real. Tony said it would be more believable this way, and suspension of disbelief was paramount to quality entertainment. "Be careful with that thing, I don't want any scars on my belly," Julie told him.

Tony snapped his mask into place and swung the oversized knife at Julie's midriff, cutting the air bare inches from her skin. "I got this, yo," he boasted.

Julie rolled her eyes. "That's reassuring."

"Okay, ready?" Julie leaned back against the truck, as she had before, Tony stood over her with the machete held out menacingly, and James lie down in the dirt beside them. "Action!" Tony called.

Julie gave Tony a rough shove, knocking him back a few steps, and turned and bolted around the side of the truck. She reached into the bed and pulled out a tire iron, which she raised over her head as if to brain the masked killer hot on her trail. She held the would be weapon high, stretching her stomach taut, but made no effort to strike Tony as he approached. The hockey-mask-wearing, machete-wielding director was supposed to call "cut!" just before he reached her, but instead he rushed forward and drove the point of his blade straight into Julie's breadbasket.

Julie gasped as the cold steel sliced through her innards, her stunning blue eyes opening wide with astonishment. As his right hand continued shoving the machete through Julie's belly, Tony's left hand caught Julie's wrists and relieved her of the tire iron. "I'll take that, thank you," he said cheerfully.

Oh sh*t, he actually stabbed me, Julie thought stupidly. Once the blade had run her completely through and its momentum had stopped, Tony asked her, "How does that feel, you c*nt?"

Julie could only gape at him in shock, unsure how to respond, and instead of answering she looked down at James, who had rolled over on his back so he could see the action. James seemed as stunned by this turn of events as Julie, and Julie managed to croak, "James, he really stabbed me."

"Yeah, he really did," James told her.

Tony gave the blade a cruel twist, then pulled it violently from Julie's flesh. A spurt of blood and a loop of intestines accompanied the machete's exodus from her belly, and Julie slapped both hands against the wound in an effort to stem the flow. Tony promptly shoved the pointy end of the blade through Julie's midriff again, again running her clean through.

Julie's eyes bulged in their sockets and she grunted her discomfort, "Oooooof." Then, in a strained voice, she quipped, "I said I didn't want any scars."

Tony laughed. "Don't worry, you won't have any. Your wounds have to heal before they can become scars." Julie immediately understood his implications. He means to kill me, she thought. And he's off to a great start.

Tony withdrew the agricultural tool from her guts, much more smoothly than he had the previous time, leaving another steady stream of blood in its wake. Still clutching her stomach, Julie brushed past him, walking away from the truck. There was nowhere to go; they were at the pit, a make-out spot frequented by teens due to its remote location, but Julie went anyway. The going was tough, however, because every step seemed to take a tremendous toll on her quickly evaporating strength. She had only managed to cover a few meager feet before a hand clasped her on the shoulder, and the blood tainted steel of the machete emerged from her belly.

Julie arched her back as the blade sliced through her for the third time, and just as quickly as it had found its way into and through her, it found its way out of her.

"Are you getting this?" Tony asked, and Todd, who was still standing in front of Julie and pointing his camera at her, gave him a thumbs up. Julie looked at the camera, her face a mask of horror, despair, and defeat, and slowly dropped to her knees. Her wide, shell shocked eyes found their way to the coil of viscera slipping through her fingers, and she thought of the breakfast sausages her mom used to make her when she was a kid. It was a strange recollection to have, as her own guts did not bear a close resemblance to the sausages from her childhood.

I'm losing my mind, she thought.

Tony and James circled around to have a look at her face, and she met their gaze with as much courage as she could muster. "I guess this was just for that realistic effect, right Tony? This is why you insisted on using a real machete?"

"Suspension of disbelief," Tony replied.

Julie gave Tony a rueful smile and sighed, "Yeah, well I can't believe I'm dying." Discussion dissipated after that, with Julie on her knees bleeding, and the three boys watching her in silence.

Without conversation to distract her, her mind began to wander. First she focused on why she was here. When Tony had asked her to be the opening girl in a horror-themed webseries for Youtube, she had pounced on the opportunity. It had been her idea to be run through with a machete, as she had fantasized about being stabbed or shot in the stomach for as long as she could remember, and she couldn't wait to see the end result of the digital editing. Never had she dreamed the proposed fictional scenario would become a reality. Actually being stabbed in the gut and coping with the excruciating pain and the mind-boggling fear of her inevitable death was nothing like her sexual fantasies.

Her thoughts then shifted to what awaited her when she died. If her church and parents and preachers were to be believed, an eternity of torment in Hell was all she had to look forward to, since one of her last acts on this earth was to dry hump a guy in an effort to earn a few bucks and get herself and others off on a youtube video. On the other hand, if death was truly the end, then nothing at all awaited her, a prospect she found even more frightening than Hell. "Julie, tie your shirt up in the front so we can see your belly."

Julie wrinkled her nose, feeling uneasy about the whole thing.

"Come on, sex sells. That's how we're gonna get the hits and subs so we can start making that ad money," Tony urged her.

After some hesitation, Julie undid the last few buttons of her blouse and tied the two ends together, revealing several inches of white, creamy skin around her navel. "So are you gonna make James take off his shirt, too?" Julie asked with a smile. James looked at her with uncertainty, and Julie egged him on, "Let's see those big pecs, James." Then, with a giggle, she added, "Sex sells."

"Alright, f*ck it," James said, playing along, and he stripped off his tee shirt.

Julie was mildly impressed with his sculpted chest and chiseled abs, and she oohed and put her hands on him, making sure she wasn't the only one being objectified.

"Nice," Tony chimed in. "Julie, you wanna go topless too? I'll make sure to edit out any boobage."

Julie laughed. "Nice try, perv."

"Okay, fine, let's get filming, shall we?" Tony pointed at Todd and signalled for him to start rolling. Todd responded by lifting the Canon XL1 and aiming it at Julie and James. "Action!" Tony shouted, before ducking behind James' F150. Julie leaned back on the old ford and let James press himself against her. She kissed him, hesitantly at first, then with more passion. His arms enveloped her. His hands stroked her back, her ribs, her breasts, and then suddenly he was holding her by the head and sucking fiercely on her lips.

Julie went with it, wrapping her legs around James' waist and grinding against him with her pelvis. A hint of a smile touched her face when James moaned involuntarily, and she could feel his erection bulging in his jeans. She couldn't help but feel somewhat cheated when Tony stepped up behind James and raised his machete. She pulled away from James, her mouth agape in terror, and James spun around in her arms.

"Cut!" Tony shouted from behind his hockey mask. "That was perfect, great job! Julie, you looked terrified. I love it."

"You sure you don't need another take?" James asked, his face flushed red as he adjusted the crotch of his pants to accomodate his boner. Julie smiled slyly at him and Tony slapped him on the back.

"You nailed it, bud," Tony said, side-stepping James' obvious ploy for another go with Julie. "Now we'll edit in the shot where I split your skull later. You lie down there, and we'll keep shooting. Julie, you're up now."

Julie cast a nervous eye on the machete, and wished it wasn't real. Tony said it would be more believable this way, and suspension of disbelief was paramount to quality entertainment. "Be careful with that thing, I don't want any scars on my belly," Julie told him.

Tony snapped his mask into place and swung the oversized knife at Julie's midriff, cutting the air bare inches from her skin. "I got this, yo," he boasted.

Julie rolled her eyes. "That's reassuring."

"Okay, ready?" Julie leaned back against the truck, as she had before, Tony stood over her with the machete held out menacingly, and James lie down in the dirt beside them. "Action!" Tony called.

Julie gave Tony a rough shove, knocking him back a few steps, and turned and bolted around the side of the truck. She reached into the bed and pulled out a tire iron, which she raised over her head as if to brain the masked killer hot on her trail. She held the would be weapon high, stretching her stomach taut, but made no effort to strike Tony as he approached. The hockey-mask-wearing, machete-wielding director was supposed to call "cut!" just before he reached her, but instead he rushed forward and drove the point of his blade straight into Julie's breadbasket.

Julie gasped as the cold steel sliced through her innards, her stunning blue eyes opening wide with astonishment. As his right hand continued shoving the machete through Julie's belly, Tony's left hand caught Julie's wrists and relieved her of the tire iron. "I'll take that, thank you," he said cheerfully.

Oh sh*t, he actually stabbed me, Julie thought stupidly. Once the blade had run her completely through and its momentum had stopped, Tony asked her, "How does that feel, you c*nt?"

Julie could only gape at him in shock, unsure how to respond, and instead of answering she looked down at James, who had rolled over on his back so he could see the action. James seemed as stunned by this turn of events as Julie, and Julie managed to croak, "James, he really stabbed me."

"Yeah, he really did," James told her.

Tony gave the blade a cruel twist, then pulled it violently from Julie's flesh. A spurt of blood and a loop of intestines accompanied the machete's exodus from her belly, and Julie slapped both hands against the wound in an effort to stem the flow. Tony promptly shoved the pointy end of the blade through Julie's midriff again, again running her clean through.

Julie's eyes bulged in their sockets and she grunted her discomfort, "Oooooof." Then, in a strained voice, she quipped, "I said I didn't want any scars."

Tony laughed. "Don't worry, you won't have any. Your wounds have to heal before they can become scars." Julie immediately understood his implications. He means to kill me, she thought. And he's off to a great start.

Tony withdrew the agricultural tool from her guts, much more smoothly than he had the previous time, leaving another steady stream of blood in its wake. Still clutching her stomach, Julie brushed past him, walking away from the truck. There was nowhere to go; they were at the pit, a make-out spot frequented by teens due to its remote location, but Julie went anyway. The going was tough, however, because every step seemed to take a tremendous toll on her quickly evaporating strength. She had only managed to cover a few meager feet before a hand clasped her on the shoulder, and the blood tainted steel of the machete emerged from her belly.

Julie arched her back as the blade sliced through her for the third time, and just as quickly as it had found its way into and through her, it found its way out of her.

"Are you getting this?" Tony asked, and Todd, who was still standing in front of Julie and pointing his camera at her, gave him a thumbs up. Julie looked at the camera, her face a mask of horror, despair, and defeat, and slowly dropped to her knees. Her wide, shell shocked eyes found their way to the coil of viscera slipping through her fingers, and she thought of the breakfast sausages her mom used to make her when she was a kid. It was a strange recollection to have, as her own guts did not bear a close resemblance to the sausages from her childhood.

I'm losing my mind, she thought.

Tony and James circled around to have a look at her face, and she met their gaze with as much courage as she could muster. "I guess this was just for that realistic effect, right Tony? This is why you insisted on using a real machete?"

"Suspension of disbelief," Tony replied.

Julie gave Tony a rueful smile and sighed, "Yeah, well I can't believe I'm dying." Discussion dissipated after that, with Julie on her knees bleeding, and the three boys watching her in silence.

Without conversation to distract her, her mind began to wander. First she focused on why she was here. When Tony had asked her to be the opening girl in a horror-themed webseries for Youtube, she had pounced on the opportunity. It had been her idea to be run through with a machete, as she had fantasized about being stabbed or shot in the stomach for as long as she could remember, and she couldn't wait to see the end result of the digital editing. Never had she dreamed the proposed fictional scenario would become a reality. Actually being stabbed in the gut and coping with the excruciating pain and the mind-boggling fear of her inevitable death was nothing like her sexual fantasies.

Her thoughts then shifted to what awaited her when she died. If her church and parents and preachers were to be believed, an eternity of torment in Hell was all she had to look forward to, since one of her last acts on this earth was to dry hump a guy in an effort to earn a few bucks and get herself and others off on a youtube video. On the other hand, if death was truly the end, then nothing at all awaited her, a prospect she found even more frightening than Hell.

"Okay, look," she said at last. "It's not too late. I think I can survive this. Just take me to a hospital, and we'll tell them this was an accident. I'll tell them you thought it was a prop."

Tony knelt beside her. "Poor Julie," he said, as he tore off the buttons on her blouse. "I want you to know, I really do feel sorry for you." He undid the clasp on her bra and removed the garment, then untied the bottom of Julie's blouse and opened it up to reveal her breasts. "I'm sure this hurts," he told her, brushing his fingers against the gaping wounds in her belly, "and I can only begin to imagine what must be going through that pretty little head of yours. But you are going to die. You see, my uncle knows some people. Rich people. And some of them have some... peculiar tastes. We showed them some photos of you, and they're willing to pay us ten million dollars to watch you die."

"You showed them photos of me?"

"They asked who the best looking girls in our school were. Your name was the first to come to mind."

"Thanks."

"They loved you."

"I'm flattered." Tiring of conversation, Julie put a hand on Tony's shoulder and pushed herself to her feet. She decided suddenly to walk home, even if it meant trudging four miles through empty desert to reach the nearest paved road. Her shirt fell off her shoulders, and she let it drop. She didn't care about modesty. All she cared about was living.

Todd stayed ahead of her, still filming his damned snuff video, and Tony let her go a ways before taking a swing at her back with the sharp edge of the machete. The blade embedded itself in the tender flesh to the right of her spine, and then it was pried free. "Aaaaaaa," Julie cried, her back arching and her breasts jiggling beautifully on her chest. Tony then planted the blade in the left side of her back, again hacking instead of stabbing, and Julie wailed in distress, blood flying from her lips. She fell to one knee, swiped at her mouth, and then stood back up, shaky but determined. Tony smiled and took another hack, this time slicing into the right side of Julie's midsection.

"F*ck, please stop," Julie pleaded.

Tony moved out in front and smiled at her. "This is actually kind of fun, in a sick way." He laughed and took two hearty swings at Julie's midsection, slicing her wide open and spilling a massive pile of guts at her feet.

"Ulllllllkkhhh, NNnnnnnggggg" Julie grunted.

"Holy sh*t, did you see her f*cking insides come out?" James explained excitedly. He joined Tony in front of Julie, and reached a hand towards the girl's exposed entrails.

Julie tried to continue onward, but her feet wouldn't move and her knees buckled. Her buttocks came to rest on her heels, and she sat there, staring at her ruined belly and holding her intestines in her hands.

"What do they feel like?" James asked, genuinely curious. He squatted down next to Julie, picked up one of the loose coils of her colon and rubbed it between his fingers.

"You wanna hold my sausage?" Julie asked him, and giggled in spite of herself.

"This bitch has f*cking balls," James remarked. "Is it weird that I still want to f*ck her?"

"Dude, I'd f*ck the sh*t out of her like this," Todd agreed.

"Nobody's fucking anybody," Tony interjected. "You numb nuts wanna leave your DNA all up in her cooch? You'll get pinched in f*cking no time, and then you'll be singing to the pigs. And I'll tell you right now, you pussies rat me out and I'll f*cking kill you."

"Calm your sh*t," James told him. "Nobody said they were gonna f*ck her, we just said we still think she's f*ckable, even with her sh*t hanging out like that."

"You guys are sick," Julie chimed in.

"Yeah, and you're dying," James said, and he slapped her in the face with her intestines. "What do you guys think, should I strangle her with her own guts?"

"I don't care, as long as she dies." Tony replied.

"You hear that, bitch?" James told Julie as he wrapped her intestines around her throat. Her blue eyes bulged in their sockets as he tightened his grip and squeezed off her windpipe. "Ha, she's actually f*cking choking! You still want to grind on me, slut?" Julie slapped weakly at his hands, but she was powerless to free herself. Her strength was all but gone, and in less than thirty seconds sparkling clouds of white began to blot out her vision, and she felt certain she was going to pass out. Just before she lost consciousness, however, James released his death grip and she began gasping for air. "Bah, she's not getting off that easy," he said. "Let's just let her die slow."

Although this was meant to be punishment, Julie was relieved and thankful for any time she might still have left. Five minutes passed in relative silence, and then ten, and Julie's blood spilled out in droves, soaking through her slacks and wetting the ground around her. Her mouth was dry, her lips were turning blue, and her fingers felt like icycles, despite the scorching desert air. "I'm thirsty," she said at last, "and cold."

"You're bleeding to death," Tony told her, indifferent.

"I... need to rest," she said quietly, almost as if she hadn't heard him. She then slumped backwards until she was lying on her back, staring up at the sky, and took her final few breaths. All three boys leaned over her, Todd still wielding his camera, and she blinked at them in bewilderment as her life left her.