On her last morning alive, Julie awoke in excellent spirits. Her first thoughts were of the video she had discovered the previous afternoon, and of the intense orgasms it had fostered. It was a new apex of pleasure for her, and she looked forward to exploring it more in the coming weeks. It would be interesting to see Devin’s take on it, and the different role playing activities they would incorporate.

This is what occupied her mind as she stretched, stripped off her clothes and looked at her naked figure in her vanity mirror. She placed her hands against her smooth, soft belly and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have her innards pulled from her body the way Jessi’s were. It must be so awful, so agonizingly awful. Little did she know that she wouldn’t need to imagine it much longer.

Julie selected a white lace bra, a soft cotton white cropped tee, and some ripped jeans for her outfit, and just before leaving her bedroom she scooped up her blue headband and slid it over her soft brown hair. It helped highlight her eyes, and she received a lot of compliments about her eyes. She wanted Devin’s juices to be flowing, the blood running hot through his huge, long pecker.

Pop Tarts and OJ made for a quick breakfast before she slung her backpack over her shoulders and kissed her mom goodbye for the last time, then bounced down the street to the bus stop with a pep in her step. Life was grand. It would have pained her greatly to know she had so little of it left.

On the bus she sat next to Joseph Werner, a short kid with a big nose, dark beady eyes, greasy black hair and thick glasses. He was sort of awkward and dorky, but not many seats were available and he was a nice enough guy.

“Hey, Julie!” he greeted her with a bit too much enthusiasm.

“Hey, Joe,” Julie tried to reciprocate his energy while taking it down a level or two.

The bus lurched into motion, and Joe apparently thought of a question he could ask her to try to spark some conversation. “So what’d you do yesterday?”

For a moment Julie thought about what Joe might say if she answered honestly - Oh, you know, not much, I looked at snuff porn videos on the internet until I saw a girl I knew get disemboweled, and then I spent the next several hours fingering my pussy and oragsming like seventeen times. She had to stifle a giggle, and aloud she said, “Not much, I just shot some hoops at the park and then laid around the house watching stupid YouTube videos.”

“What do you watch on YouTube?”

Julie smiled, again picturing Joe’s reaction if she were to say that she mostly watches death scenes from TV game shows. “Just dumb shit to kill time. Funny videos of people failing at life, animals doing crazy shit, you know?” Looking to shift the topic so she wouldn’t have to keep coming up with spur of the moment lies, Julie asked, “What about you? What did you do yesterday?”

Joe lit up at his chance to talk about himself, and he probably thought he was laying on the charm as he started rambling about this new first person shooter video game he was into. Evidently he was on some leaderboards and he was the hero of his squad, and this was a story that he needed five minutes to tell. Julie listened politely and smiled and laughed when it was appropriate.

To his credit, there were a couple moments where Joe elicited a genuine giggle from Julie, such as when he told her about how he missed an easy shot, blew up his ambush and got killed and tea bagged by what he called a “noob”. His choice of vulgarity and self deprecation managed to tickle Julie’s funny bone. When he was finished with his tale he asked if Julie played any video games.

The remainder of the bus ride they discussed fighting games, with Julie talking about her love for the latest installment of Killer Instinct and Joe making a case for Tekken as his game of choice.

Outside the school Julie made idle chit chat with Darla and Alyssa, two of her volleyball teammates, but mostly they all looked at their phones and waited for the bell to ring. Julie couldn’t wait to get to first period and show Devin what she’d found.

Devin was already seated when she got to the classroom, and she saw the way his eyes drank her up like she was a tall glass of water and they were dying of thirst. This pleased her very much. A tingly sensation ran through her crotch, and she smiled and plopped herself in her chair next to him. “Dude,” she whispered, her excitement bubbling over. “You won’t believe what I found.”

She loaded the video and handed over her phone, then told him how she knew the girl, and Devin’s reaction was on par with what she was expecting. She licked her lips and looked at the bulge growing between his legs. “So this is why you weren’t answering your phone last night?” he asked her.

Julie giggled. “You can come over tonight… after dinner.” And I’m gonna ride the fuck outta that big dick of yours, she thought, but didn’t add.

"How did you find this?" Devin asked her.

"That site you told me about. Secret Snuff. I was browsing around and found this. I couldn't believe it was really her."

"Secret Snuff?" Devin seemed oddly invested in confirming the site. He'd been the one to tell her what a gold mine it was.

Julie nodded, curious.

"Did you acknowledge the terms and conditions?"

Julie nodded again, still curious but now a bit perplexed.

"Did you read them?"

Julie’s puzzlement grew. "Who the fuck reads that shit?"

"Julie…" Devin looked like he had something serious to tell her, but he wasn’t sure how to say it. Before he could get another word out the bell rang.

It wasn’t until that moment that Julie noticed Mr. Jorgensen hadn’t been in the room, and he now entered with several men dressed in formal business attire. "I apologize for the disturbance,” Mr. Jorgensen began, and he glanced at Julie with something like sadness or regret, but he only briefly made eye contact before looking away. “It seems Julie will need to be excused from today's class." Now completely bewildered, Julie opened her mouth to formulate a response, but Mr. Jorgensen turned his gaze back to her and he said, "Julie, these men will be taking you out to the yard. They have your consent for you to be euthanized."

"What?!" Julie squawked. This had to be a joke.

"We've verified everything is in order," Mr. Jorgensen said.

Julie started to say they were wrong. There was a mistake somewhere. She hadn’t consented to anything. But before she could say any of that she heard Devin’s voice, "It's the site, Julie. The terms and conditions."

"Oh shit," Julie said. She had heard of this. Websites that tricked you into signing your life away. She had thought it was just a myth, or maybe something that happened to other people but not something that could happen to her. "Oh shitting fucking shit. I can't die. I take it back. I don't wanna die." Were they really going to snuff her? Was she going to be the next snuff video posted on the dark web?

Two of the men who had accompanied Mr. Jorgensen grabbed her by the arms and lifted her to her feet. This can’t be happening, she thought as they started to drag her out to the hallway.

"Wait! No! You can't do this!" Julie was panicking now. Her whole world was about to come crashing down around her. The men did not wait, and they were not moved by her insistence that they can’t do this. They had pulled her halfway down the hall before her feet even touched the ground.

“Are you really gonna kill me?” she asked, but the men didn’t answer her. “Maybe we can make a deal? I can pay you, or something?” Julie chewed her lower lip. “I can suck your dick? I can fuck you? I can fuck all of you?” The men still didn’t reply, but they moved relentlessly forward, taking a right at the end of the hall. “I can do porn! Real porn! as many films as you want. You’ll make more money that way!” The entrance to the school was now just around the corner. “Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. Fuckfuckfuckfucking fuckitty fuck. This can’t be happening. This can’t fucking…” Julie’s voice was tiny, just a whimper. This was really happening.

She was pulled through the main doors and she saw the stage where she would take her last breaths. Cameras and recording equipment were everywhere, all pointed at a small wooden platform with a wood frame surrounding it. Julie had seen similar setups often enough. In fact it was a lot like the apparatus used in Jessi’s snuffing. That begged an interesting question in Julie’s mind. Had Jessi been into snuff? Had she signed her life away on the same site, in the same manner? It would stand to reason that she had. That led her to another, more terrible thought. Did Devin know? Did he tell me about that site, knowing I would find that video, knowing I would be snuffed? It all added up, but it was too terrible to be true.

Julie was trembling and doing everything she could to hold onto her sanity as she was moved onto the stage, and she was not prepared for the sharp, stabbing pain when stakes were driven through her feet with an air gun. Grappling with her unmitigated terror, she looked around as if in a trance and realized Devin was outside now, as were a large portion of her classmates. Ms. Harris and Ms. McClure were outside as well, watching with horrified expressions. When Julie’s arms were lifted and her hands were pressed against the beams to her left and right, she braced herself, knowing what was coming this time. It didn’t help. The pain still shocked her as the stakes were driven through her palms and into the wood behind them.

A wire noose came down over her head and was nestled snug against her throat, and without warning she heard the whine of electric machinery and the wire began to constrict against her windpipe. It very quickly became nearly impossible to breathe, and Julie looked over at Devin and saw he had his phone out to record her. It dawned on her that while she was grappling with the finality of death, he had set this up and now he was getting off on all this.

“Devin,” she told him, alarmed at how raspy her voice sounded and the painful strain just that single word put on her vocal cords. She had so much she wanted to communicate. Perhaps if she could convey the sheer gravity of what was happening, Devin might help her escape. “Devin…” she didn’t know why she repeated his name. There was too much to say and no words to say it. “I’m dying,” was all she managed.

She was taken aback by the callousness of his reply, “I know, it’s gonna be awesome!”

He really didn’t care about her at all. Her life meant nothing to him. Her eyes bulged as the noose tightened, and she looked at him, looked at all of them, and realized she hated them. They were standing there, watching her, their whole lives still ahead of them, while she struggled against dwindling oxygen levels and the fiery pain in her throat. It wasn’t fair. She staved off strangulation for what seemed an eternity, and when she was certain she was moments from losing consciousness forever, some slack finally returned to the noose.

Sweet, burning air rushed through her aching trachea and filled her lungs, and Julie was so relieved she barely noticed the first knife to sink into her guts. It felt like a punch to her side, and then another punch on her other side. It’s not like I’ve never been punched before, Julie thought grimly, but then she felt the wetness and looked down to see a knife slide into her belly for the third time. Oh shit, they’re stabbing me. They're really stabbing me. Nobody's stopping them. Nobody's saving me.

She could only watch helplessly as the knives poked holes in her midriff and her blood came spilling out. She had seen it happen to so many other people, but this was different. It had always just been something happening on a screen, not quite real. Now she had seven holes in her tummy, now eight, now nine, and it was very real. What had originally felt like a punch was starting to feel like horrible cramps, and now there was a knife stabbing her in the back as well.

The onslaught came so fast Julie didn’t even try to count the wounds, but it wasn’t long before they seemed to tire of puncturing her gut and two of her killers moved on to her thighs and buttocks while the third used his knife to cut open her shirt and remove her bra. Now all her classmates and teachers who had come outside to watch her die could see her tits. Julie supposed that was small potatoes compared to how many people would be looking at her breasts online and stroking their cocks or rubbing their clits.

There was a pause in the violence as her murderers stepped back, and Julie looked at all the wounds in her lush young body. If there had been any chance of someone stepping in and announcing that they had made a mistake, that they would not be killing this beautiful girl with such a bright future ahead of her, that ship had sailed now. There was no going back.

“Oh fuck, fucking look at me.” She looked up at the ghastly expressions on all her classmates and the teachers and admin staff who had gathered around to watch her be snuffed. They pretended to be horrified, but they knew nothing of horror.

Devin, on the other hand, pretended to be nothing. He was filming and watching with an excitement that was all too familiar. Julie wanted to tell him they were wrong. They should never have gotten off on this. Nobody deserved to die for an orgasm. Not even for a thousand orgasms, or a million. Her life was worth more than that. But the noose tightened against her neck and her words were choked off before she could find them.

As she fought to inflate her lungs, one of the hateful men who had stabbed her now plunged a needle into her chest, and Julie knew enough about the snuff industry to have a good idea what that meant. This was going to last a while. They intended to draw this out and make her suffer as much as possible. Julie had mixed feelings about that. While she certainly didn’t want to suffer, she also didn’t want to die, and the longer they kept her alive, the longer she was not dead.

She was given time to process this as she slowly strangled and bled and the cocktail they shot into her heart made its way to her brain. The pain in her belly swelled ten fold, and the fiery ring around her neck and the throbbing in her head became more excruciating than she had thought possible, but she did not feel her consciousness slipping away as she had the last time the wire crushed her windpipe. Must be the drugs, Julie thought.

After a time the wire loosened and Julie was able to breathe easier, and her assailants stepped back on the platform with her. She noted the knives in their hands this time, and she made no mistake about what was happening to her when the blades began sinking into her chest. Every nerve ending in her body now seemed to be on high alert, and she clearly felt the damage the sharpened steel inflicted as it cut through her flesh and lungs and even her heart.

She was acutely aware of her respiratory system being flooded with fluids as she began to gag and cough up blood. With every stab her death drew nearer, and there were so many of them. Not even a full second passed before the knife that was withdrawn from her ribs was stuck in her tit, and as soon as it had pierced her lung it was pulled from her and plunged back into her flesh, over and over, with relentless rapidity. As before the wounds came too quickly for her to count, and it wasn’t long before she was left alone on the stage once again, now with dozens upon dozens of fresh holes in her thorax.

The pain was overwhelming, almost debilitating, and Julie let her legs go lax in an effort to relieve the burning in her thighs. It allowed little reprieve and it tightened the noose around her neck, so she shifted weight back to her legs so she could breathe again. Apparently she was putting on a show, as she was allowed to struggle in this manner for a time and everybody watched her with morbid curiosity.

Julie looked hatefully at her audience, wishing with all her being that she could trade places with any one of them. How many of them were like her, she wondered. Devin didn’t seem concerned with concealing his desires, but how many were hiding it? How many standing out there had that warm feeling in the pit of their stomachs, just waiting for the moment they were alone so they could explode in ecstasy? Julie decided to ask them, to demand that any guilty parties reveal themselves, but her signals must have gotten crossed because what came out of her mouth sounded less like words than the gibberish you might hear a baby utter.

Before she could make another attempt at speech she heard the machinery above her kick into gear and the wire tightened around her neck. Oh fuck, here we go, she thought in frustration. As if having her lungs filling up with blood wasn’t enough, now she could scarcely draw a breath again. To top that off, the three assholes with the knives stepped back up and stuck their blades in her. This time she noticed they weren’t content to simply stab her, but instead they were genuinely carving her up.

The drugs in her nervous system continued to alert her to every damaged cell, every violation of her body’s natural order, and there was a lot to report. Her belly wall was sliced and diced with reckless abandon. The intestines housed there found a dozen different escape routes and bulged and protruded obscenely. Meanwhile Julie was suffocating, fire raging in her chest as she both drowned on her blood and her air flow was crushed by asphyxiation. Her thighs began to be split apart, long, deep incisions tearing through the muscle and tissue there.

Julie wasn’t sure how long they spent destroying the middle of her body, but after a time they relented, leaving her abdominal cavity in a state of complete disarray. She could hear her blood spurting and spattering on the wooden platform beneath her, as if twenty leaky faucets were dripping into a sink all at the same time. Still she couldn’t breathe, and she wondered how much longer she could hold on. She didn’t feel woozy or light headed and all her senses were still razor sharp, so she supposed she had the injection they gave her to thank for that.

Her stamina was put to the test, as everyone stood idly and watched her. Julie found if she pointed her toes and stretched her calves, the tiniest bit of wiggle room was created in the noose and she could suck in some of the arid desert air. Exerting that effort was extraordinarily unpleasant, so she mostly just let herself hang and choke and sputter, but that too was quite vexing. At last the machinery came to life and the wire loosened, but what Julie saw left her less than pleased. Her killers had swapped their knives for swords and axes, and she understood the brutality was going to continue to escalate.

With no hesitation a very sharp samurai sword was drawn across her belly, and Julie felt the blade cut all the way to her spine. She was watching several loops of viscera slip through this gaping gash when the tip of a very large blade suddenly shot out of her stomach, dripping with the bits of her that clung to it as it bore its way through her. Fascinated and awe-struck, she watched as it rotated inside of her, jerking to the left, then the right, then rotating back, making mince meat of her innards.

Again, she was keenly attuned to all the destruction befalling her, her nerve endings firing and relaying even the tiniest bit of damage. To call what she felt pain would be a disservice to her suffering, like calling the sun hot, and the pain wasn’t even the worst of it. The very real knowledge of her rapidly approaching death was far worse, and her nervous system had been chemically altered so that her anxiety and fear and despair were amplified a hundredfold as well.

Her wide blue eyes were so fixated on the sword that had impaled her that she didn’t even see the axe blade come whistling through the air to lodge itself in her side, splitting through her flesh with devastating force. She looked down in time to see it wrenched from her body and driven right back into her, fracturing her left hip bone. Julie cried out softly, and watched as the axe was withdrawn and swung back into her belly. She grunted, and as the axe pulled back again and then promptly thudded into her ribs, she gasped in agony. Being part of the target audience of snuff films, she knew the noises she was making were exactly what her killers wanted from her, but the grunts and groans and cries were involuntary.

Also, in spite of the fact that she was the target of his wrath, Julie couldn’t help but be impressed by the axe wielder’s strength and dexterity. It had to be difficult to cause that much destruction that quickly. The axe was perhaps the most unwieldy of the weaponry, but it was landing the most blows. The katana barely made its second strike, cutting open the flesh on Julie’s back from her left shoulder blade all the way down to the upper portion of her right buttock, and no sooner than this wound was opened up was the axe already biting into her left thigh, just above the knee cap.

The axe man followed this up by walking briskly in front of her, then landing three blows in quick succession to the right half of her midriff. This was immediately answered by another deep, wide slicing wound across her belly, courtesy of the katana, and while Julie was registering all of this, the large sword running her through was finally yanked from her body. Gouts of blood left her body with its exodus, and Julie gurgled as now both her trachea and esophagus had torrents of scarlet liquid pouring into them.

The merciless assault continued as the axe connected with her right thigh, up near her pelvis, and the long sword was driven through her again, this time bursting from her midsection just above and to the right of her navel, dragging a coil of ruined and perforated intestines out of her belly with it. The huge blade twisted and wrenched back and forth inside of her, and Julie marveled at the way her insides clung to and danced with the blood soaked steel.

The axe struck home a second time in her right thigh where the meat was at its thickest and bit all the way into her femur. Julie squawked loudly, and focused on keeping her footing so she could keep her windpipe open. As if actively seeking to take her legs out from under her, the katana raked across both her hamstrings, cutting right to the bone, and the axe hit her perfectly round right buttock with a loud, sickening thwack.

For just a moment Julie let her arms support her, putting a strain on her outstretched muscles and the holes in her hands, and the noose tightened just a bit around her neck. The wanna be samurai seemed to sense this, and he left a long, jagged slash across her left bicep. In turn Julie let some of her weight rest on the massive sword running right through the middle of her.

The axe moved with remarkable speed, slamming into the small of Julie’s back and then succinctly connecting with her tummy, cleaving through the bare flesh between the button of her jeans and her belly button. “Ooof,” Julie spat. She could hardly believe the level of devastation they were inflicting on her. It had already gone well beyond anything she had ever seen in a snuff film before.

Powerless and defenseless, she could only watch as the katana opened another wound in her abdomen, cutting through nearly all the flesh and guts on the left side of her body, and then the axe crashed into her right side below the swell of her bosom. The axe recoiled and struck her again, slightly lower than the previous blow, and then it struck her again, in nearly the same location. It came whistling back in almost no time and landed a fourth blow in her ribs, and Julie felt her bones snapping under the force as muscle, cartilage and sinew was ripped to shreds in the process.

The giant barbarian’s sword rotated nearly three hundred and sixty degrees, yanked sharply upward, and then came free from her innards, and with that the three murderous bastards stepped aside to take a break. Julie looked down to examine all the damage that had befallen her, appalled at the extent of her mutilation, then she looked up at Devin to see what his take was on all of this. He was still recording her, completely spellbound and enraptured.

Julie spat out a mouthful of blood, swallowed, licked her lips, and found the strength to say, “They fucking snuffed the shit out of me,” with a wry smile.

Devin answered stupidly with, “This is so fucking hot, Julie,” as if that was somehow a compliment.

Julie could only chuckle, causing herself extreme discomfort as her insides slipped a little further from her body in a few dozen places, and then she called him a “Fucking ass.” It occurred to her just then that this may have been her last laugh. That was a sad and terrifying thought. Before she could dwell on that for too long her killers returned and promptly shoved their hands into her abdominal cavity.

Oh God, they’re in me, she thought, horrified. They are actually inside of me. She recalled all the times she and Devin had pressed their hands against her midriff, imagining what it would be like to feel what was just beneath that warm, soft flesh. Now it was really happening. These men did not need to imagine.

She could feel their fingers probing around inside of her, grabbing at things, pulling things apart, generally just wreaking havoc on whatever they could touch. One of them pulled a big slopping mess of small intestines from a gaping wound the katana had left in her belly, letting the pink tubing sag between her legs. Another mined out what she recognized from third period anatomy as one of her kidneys, extracting it from the ridiculously wide hole the samurai sword had opened in her left side, squishing it, then sticking back inside her.

The third asshole was still elbow deep in one of the gashes the axe had opened in the right side of her midsection, tearing ruthlessly through her. She could feel his fingers clawing at something vital before they finally found purchase and tugged, hauling her stomach out of her body. It was still attached to her colon, and the sadistic asshole squeezed it until it popped, spilling acid and partially digested pastry at their feet.

“My Pop-Tarts,” Julie remarked.

“Pop-Tarts. Ohmugod Pop-Tarts,” Devin said breathlessly, and Julie realized he was jizzing in his pants, right here in front of everyone. She had seen that look on his face hundreds of times before. Maybe thousands. She had really hoped to see it again that evening, but she knew now that she wouldn’t be seeing anything that evening. She’d never see another evening again.

“I know…” Julie slurped at the air, “shitty last meal,” she acknowledged.

The man shoved her ruined organ back inside her, and Julie felt the burn as her stomach acid continued to leak out onto the rest of her bowels. The other two stuck their hands back into her midriff as well, prodding their way through her until they found something squishy and soft they could crush.