ldn’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.

The effect of the cocktail they had injected her with hadn’t dulled - if anything its potency continued to grow - and Julie felt her pancreas being smashed. She felt her ovaries get yanked out of place and mashed into paste. She felt her bladder get squashed, forcing urine to run down her thighs. Her second kidney was mangled. Her intestines were jerked around, drawn this way and that, and Julie was intensely aware of it all.

“I’ve got her liver,” one of the men said, and Julie could confirm he absolutely had hold of her liver. He closed his fist, throttling the damn thing, pulverizing it against her spine, and when he withdrew his hand it was covered in black blood and bile. After that the assholes finally were content and they moved away and started stripping off their gloves.

“Fuck,” Julie said with a shudder. She looked down at herself again, still amazed by how much violence had been inflicted upon her, then looked at Devin and smirked. “They tore muh… me…” *cough* “up. All up in muh… my guts. That used to be…” *gurgle* "your job.”

"They did a much better job of it than I ever did."

Julie lowered her voice so the crowd couldn't hear her. “You just…” *slurp* *gurgle* “came in your pants, didn’t you?”

Devin nodded, completely unabashed, and said, “Julie, can I tell you a secret?”

“You probably…” *gurgle* “shouldn’t.”

“Why not?” Devin looked puzzled. “You’re dying. Who are you gonna tell?”

“I’ve been known…” *cough* *slurp* “to spill my guts.” Julie found she was able to giggle at least one more time.

Devin laughed with her. Then he said, “Fucking Julie, you’re crazy. I’m gonna miss you. What I was gonna say is, I’ve always hoped this would happen to you. I can’t believe it’s actually happening. It’s better than I ever imagined.”

It hurt to hear him say that. This boy with whom she had shared so much genuinely wanted her to die. Dreamed it. Hoped for it. Almost certainly goaded her into it. Now it was happening and he was thoroughly enjoying it. We’re wrong, Julie tried to tell him, but the words wouldn’t come. This is so fucking wrong. All fucking wrong. If only she could have a second chance at life, she’d never masturbate again. She’d become an activist and protest snuff. She’d speak out at rallies. She’d fight to change the laws. She would change.

Devin’s eyes flicked off to the side and Julie picked up activity in her peripherals. Something was happening behind her. When she turned her head slightly, she saw one of her killers holding a pistol. Fuck, she thought. They’re gonna shoot me? This is ridiculous. I’m already pulp. How much more can they do to me? Her three murderers lined up in front of her, all of them carrying a sidearm, and Julie whimpered.

She opened her mouth to object but her words were drowned out in a barrage of gunfire.

Her right nipple disappeared, pushed into her breast and then into a rib and then into her lung, converging with bits of bone and fat and tissue along the way, and that entire ball of mass exited her back. Another portion of her right areola followed a similar trajectory, and then a bit of skin just right of her nipple.

Two slugs made impact with the lower curve of her right breast, five more ripped holes in her left breast. A piece of lead collided with her left collar bone, chipped a piece of it off and spun around before wedging itself against her left shoulder blade. Another punched into her above her left breast and sheared away a chunk of her scapula before caroming out her back. Two holes opened in the tender meat above her right breast. Her right shoulder lost a chunk of bone and flesh and cartilage as a bullet passed through it. A groove was torn through the top of her left shoulder. The muscle in her right bicep was pierced up near the joint.

Three rounds slammed into her ribs below her right breast, and two more did the same beneath her left breast, barreling through the remnants of her liver and large intestine. A hole was drilled in her just beneath her sternum, and that ball of lead found some unblemished flesh to ruin before it smashed into her spine.

Thirteen more rounds channeled through various portions of her abdomen, some meeting less resistance than others, as there were blocks of Swiss cheese that had fewer holes than her midsection. The organs they shredded were already pulverized, but they found some muscle tissue and fat and blood vessels to tear through in their search for violence.

Two bullets slammed into her left hip, splintering bones and rupturing tendons, and another tunneled into the upper portion of her right thigh before glancing off her bone and losing steam.

When the gunshots subsided, Julie had been shot thirty-nine times, most of those wounds in her torso. She hadn’t counted each shot, but she was distinctly aware of all the damage they caused, and her perception of pain grew exponentially with each injury. She shouldn’t even have been alive, much less so acutely attuned to every detail of all the extensive wounds she had sustained. What fucking drugs did they give me, she thought.

The only vital organs that were still somewhat functional were her heart and her brain, and even her heart had been punctured five different times by knives and ruptured in three more places by bits of bone and lead and gristle. Julie’s heightened senses told her these things as well. A shaky, haggard, wheezing breath was sucked into her tattered lungs, and then the strength went out of her legs and she let the noose tighten around her neck. Would she die of strangulation, blood loss, or organ failure, she wondered.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled against that terrifying final moment of life. I guess if my last words were “I’ve been known to spill my guts,” I could do worse, Julie thought with a bitter sense of humor. Fucking legend. That made her smile slightly, but the smile was gone nearly as quickly as it appeared when a sledge hammer thudded into the small of her back, jarring loose some of her innards and stretching out her badly torn belly, causing the numerous incisions to yawn and gape and spill forth more of her plumbing.

The wood cutting axe made a return and it now targeted her legs. Her calves had remained unscathed up until this point, but now the axeblade bit into her right calf once, twice, thrice, four times. Then it moved to her left calf, striking it six times. Meanwhile the sledge hammer caved in the left side of Julie's ribs, then shattered her right knee cap, then put a compound fracture in her right femur. Julie's ability to sense her injuries seemed to grow stronger with each passing second, and her suffering continued to find new peaks to surmount.

Her third killer had picked up a hacksaw and he was working on her left forearm, sawing through her meat and tissue and bone in a slow, methodical manner. As her legs grew weaker she relied on her arms to periodically pull herself up and allow a shallow gasp of air into her tortured lungs, but now when she pulled with her left arm she felt her limb coming apart.

The sledge hammer pounded into right dorsal, then her left shoulder blade, shattering what remained of the bone, then it hit home square in the middle of her back, only slightly off center to avoid severing her spinal column. The axe hacked into her right thigh, then her left, then it took off the front of her right foot, leaving only her big toe still attached. The severed bit of sneaker and digits were kicked aside.

Seconds later the saw cut through the final bit of flesh and skin holding her forearm together and her left arm, now reduced to a stump, was freed of the frame to which it had been nailed. She waved it around, throwing blood on anyone within ten feet of her, and then the axe came whistling straight into her stomach. She hunched over as much as her constraints would allow, and then the sledge hammer followed, hitting her in the solar plexus, just above the axe blade. Her cheeks puffed out and a gout of blood spewed from her lips.

The two tools were pulled back, then swung almost in unison back into her belly, just a bit lower this time. "Haaaauuuullllgghhh!" Julie cried, more blood pouring from her mouth. She watched as the hammer and axe were retracted from her abdomen, then pivoted as if on a pendulum into the small of her back. "Whoooooofffff!" The force nearly tore her right hand from the spike that held her upper body in place and it spread her tummy out like an accordion, bits of meat and organs and loops of entrails spattering messily onto her thighs.

After that her handlers withdrew from the platform once more, leaving Julie reeling. She did her best to stand and allow breath to pass through her partially crushed trachea. Nausea made her want to retch, and her diaphragm jerked and spasmed but there was nothing for her to upchuck but more blood, and even that well was quickly drying up. She looked at Devin and he appeared to be genuinely impressed.

"Fuck, Julie," he said, "this is like more brutal than some MK Fifteen shit."

Julie chortled laughter in between wet coughs, then managed to say, "Longest… fatality… ever."

"Shit, this is like seven fatalities in one. Your death is fucking epic, girl."

I don’t want an epic death, Julie thought sullenly. I just want to live. She allowed herself a slight smile and said, “Announcer’s like…” *cough* *spits blood* “fucking finn… finish her already.”

As if to punctuate her sentence, the Samurai sword suddenly shot out of the left side of her belly, having run her through from behind. Julie looked at it, then looked at Devin and with half a grimace and half a grin she said, “Player…” The sword was withdrawn from her body, then shoved through her again, emerging to the right of her navel this time. “Mashes…” Julie continued, just before the blade was extracted from her flesh again, then pushed through her chest, exiting her thorax through her right breast. “Buttons,” Julie finished with a gasp.

The sword was pulled violently from Julie’s flesh, with no regard for its human sheath, and the girl squealed as the steel tore at her lung and her heart as it left her body. It then skewered her right thigh, scraping against the fractured femur underneath all that torn and tattered muscle. Julie squawked and lost her footing, her cries cut off as the wire bit into her neck to halt her fall. The katana was twisted and instead of being retrieved the same way it entered, it was ripped sideways through her flesh and jeans, leaving the meatiest part of her leg half severed.

Well, I don’t think I can stand anymore, Julie thought as she hung, and this thought was reinforced when the blade slashed the back of her ankles, where her achilles tendons were housed beneath a thin layer of skin and bone. I guess strangulation wins, unless I bleed to death first, a very distinct possibility. But after choking for another thirty-seven seconds, Julie found that if she stiffened her legs she could still manage to suck enough air through her windpipe to stave off death just a little longer.

She understood with complete clarity that fighting for another breath was only delaying the inevitable and prolonging her suffering, but she didn’t care. She still wanted to live, even if all she had to look forward to was minutes or even seconds of horrendous agony. It was better than an eternity of nothingness.

The axe chopped into her right bicep, then her right forearm, then it cleaved off her right thumb, leaving her with only four fingers attached to her body. They’re not getting any circulation anyway, Julie thought. The few digits still remaining to her felt like icicles. Julie glanced at her diminished right hand, then at her detached left hand still nailed to the frame, and chuckled bitterly as she tried to imagine playing Mortal Kombat with only four fingers.

“No more…” *gurgle* “button mashing…” The axe blade sank into the tibia bone of her right shin, causing her to cry out before she finished her sentence. “…for me.” The blade was yanked free and then wedged into her left fibula. She didn't notice when the sledge hammer was picked back up but she noticed when it came crashing into her left hip, splintering her ilium. The excruciating pain that went into lifting her weight just enough to breathe was quickly escalating, and Julie thought that was no accident.

She decided to take a break from breathing and let her neck support her for a moment, and that's when the katana sliced through her again, the tip entering her back and protruding from the center of her stomach, scraping against her spine and her sternum as it penetrated her, and then cutting diagonally downward through her abdomen until it exited her right side, not far from where her hip had just been smashed. The sledge hammer pounded into her navel the instant the blade had left her body, forcing vitals out of her gut as if she was a busted piñata.

"Huuullmmmmmm," she grunted, and she tried to use her right arm to pull herself up for a gasp of air until the axe came crashing down into her right shoulder. With her ever escalating perspicacious awareness she could feel the bone crunching and the muscle and flesh and tendons splitting apart. Her consciousness should be fading, but she had never felt so percipient and alert. The axe hit her lower back with a sickening thwack, and she felt each cell being ruptured. Then the right side of her back was sundered, the axeblade in a vertical orientation, and she felt ripped flesh and sharpened iron pressing up against her lung.

The katana slashed her across her lower belly, below the waist line of her jeans, and the sledge hammer smashed her left foot, breaking at least half a dozen bones. Julie opened her mouth to scream but her weight was back on the noose, pulling it taut around her neck and she barely made a sound. The axe thudded into the left side of her upper back, at a bit of an angle, then smacked into her lower left lumbar region.

The man with the samurai sword stepped directly in front of her and slid his weapon straight into her lower belly, just to the left of the zipper of her jeans, running her though. Julie managed to regain some semblance of balance, relieving the pressure on her throat enough for her to speak in a wispy voice. "Score," she said, flecks of blood spraying from her soft lips. "You guh…” *slurp* “you're in my… pants."

The handler rotated the sword one hundred eighty degrees, so the sharpened steel was facing up, and then he pulled the blade up through Julie's tummy, slicing her open all the way to her ribs. That got millions of freshly torn nerve endings firing their pain signals in Julie's brain, but she ignored them and offered up a weak smile, "And yuh…" *cough* "…fucked me. Gimme five." She held her stump out as if her left hand was still attached, and blood drizzled from the raw flesh and grisly bone at the end of it.

The handler never cracked a smile. Instead he stepped back and twisted his sword again before yanking it from Julie's midsection, and almost in unison the axe blade hacked into the right side of her right knee and the sledge hammer smashed into the left side of her left knee. Julie dropped into the noose again, her legs exploding in pain. The handlers stepped back off the platform and after a few seconds Julie summoned the strength to pull herself up and slacken the wire above her.

She looked at Devin and in a raspy, tiny voice she told him, "He left me hangin."

"Holy shit, Julie, you're fucking crazy."

Julie smiled and cried and she felt fucking crazy. “This is fu… fucking crazy,” she croaked. She was seventeen years old. She was supposed to be in class, learning about quadratic equations or some bullshit. She was supposed to live a long, happy, healthy life. Her hot young body that had been the object of so many teen boys’ obsessions was now a mangled, shredded mess. “How…” *slurp* “do I look?” she asked, remembering how she had dressed herself that morning, intent on impressing Devin.

“Honestly, you look fucking amazing. If you could see yourself you’d be so turned on right now.”

Julie scowled. It was hard to admit, but Devin wasn't totally wrong. How she wished it was someone else in her place. Anyone else. She imagined she would be extremely horny if it was. She wondered, not for the first time, why she was like this. If she wasn’t such a demented pervert she wouldn’t have been on that website or accepted those terms and conditions, and her guts wouldn’t be scattered beneath her.

She gave Devin a pouty look and said, “I’m suh…” *gasp* “…fuckin scared. Sofuckingscared.” The man with the axe stepped back on the platform and took a couple quick swings at Julie’s tattered midriff. She grunted as she absorbed the blows, then smiled at Devin and laughed softly as she delivered her punchline, “because I’m gutless.”

Devin joined his laughter to hers, although his was much more jovial. “Goddammit, Julie, that gallows humor makes you even hotter.”

Julie rolled her bright blue eyes at him. She wasn’t trying to be arousing, she was just trying to keep some of her wits about her as she stared death in the face, and she wanted to enjoy her final moments as much as possible. While she had been joking, to say she was scared would be a horrendous understatement. She was absolutely petrified. Humor was helping her cope.

The axe suddenly splatted into her lower belly, pulled back, and then struck her in the crotch. The blade lined up perfectly with the split between her legs, swinging in an upward motion. Julie felt her snatch explode in agony as nerves and tissue were ruptured and crushed against her pelvic bone and she moaned, "Oooooooooooooohhhhh," her mouth opened wide as if to imitate the letter she was pronouncing. Once she had some of her composure back she grinned sheepishly and said, “My slit’s… been slit.”

The axe pulled back from her cooch and its wielder stepped to her left as the katana slipped into her back again. It slid forward just to the left of her spine, in between her fifth and sixth ribs, and Julie's grin vanished and her eyes grew wide as saucers as she saw the glimmer of blood-coated steel emerge from inside the swell of her left breast. She knew immediately it had cut right through the center of her heart, and thick, red blood dribbled from her lower lip as her mouth hung agape.

Her heart continued to beat around the sword, stubbornly pumping what little blood remained in her body to all her oxygen deprived and dying cells. She saw the tip of the blade twinkle as it was twisted inside her, and her chest exploded in unbearable fire, her heart ripped damned near in two. The katana disappeared from her sight, pulled back through and out of her body, leaving her with perhaps her worst wound yet.

Julie could feel her heart still thumping in her chest, but it was quickly losing steam. The damaged pump missed a beat, then it missed two beats, then it stopped for six entire seconds before starting up again. “Bruh… broke muh… heart,” she muttered, trying her best to be witty. Her heart was truly broken, in more ways than one.

A needle stabbed into the back of her neck, injecting something into her spinal column that awakened a searing fire throughout her body. She couldn't see the administrator of this new injection, but she acutely felt the needle poking through her skin and muscle and membranes. The drugs hit her nervous system instantly and her eyes went wide and her mouth yawned as she struggled with her even further heightened sense of pain. Her four remaining fingers tightened into a fist and she heard Devin say, "A fucking chainsaw," just before an engine roared to life behind her.

The rugged blade chewed into the small of her back and chopped through her ruined guts before exploding through the right side of her tummy. Her jaw clenched tight as she struggled to endure this fresh bout of savagery. The saw shredded her flesh and organs with terrible efficiency, and its wielder pulled it up through Julie's midsection, then lowered it and twisted it sideways and moved it horizontally through her. First he tore her open from center to side, then he reversed course and passed the saw through her until it hit her back bone, meeting its first real resistance.

It almost certainly could have cut clean through her, but that was apparently not the handler's intent. Instead he only chipped at the bone in her spinal column before pulling the chainsaw back, then carving up her left abdomen much like he had the right. Julie managed to tilt her head and lower her eyes to watch the destruction, and she marveled at what she saw. Her midriff, which had been so smooth and soft and titillating not thirty minutes earlier, was now a mass of mangled flesh and tissue and guts. Miraculously her belly button was still in tact.

The saw left her abdomen and chewed into her left hip, grinding through her pelvic bone with the savagery of a rabid badger. Were there nerves in your bones? Julie wasn't sure, she couldn't recall what she had learned in anatomy class at that moment, but she felt her pelvis being sundered with vivid detail. Once her left leg was halfway severed, the saw reversed course, exiting her hip, and its wielder took some aimless swipes at the front of her thighs.

Then standing in front of Julie, he buried the blade straight into her stomach. The teen girl stared wide-eyed into face of the handler as he ravaged her, and the handler stared back into her fresh, beautiful, young face. Is he into snuff too? Julie wondered. It would make sense, given his chosen occupation. I wonder if he's hard right now. If this is getting him off. She studied him, searching for some hint of emotion, but he was utterly expressionless.

Meanwhile she felt the rapidly rotating chain grinding against her backbone, then cleaving into her lower left floating rib as the ruined mess that was her abdomen was further shredded; her face was a rainbow of despair. By all rights she should have been dead at least ten minutes ago, and it defied basic biology that she was able to endure so much, to perceive so much pain and destruction. One of her ribs was separated from her spine, then another, and ground up bone and tissue whirling around on the chain disintegrated a lower portion of her badly flagging heart.

Incredibly, although only moments ago it had felt as if her heart was about to stop, now the damned thing beat stubbornly steady, with each pump feeling like it was ripping itself to pieces. There's not even any blood left in me to pump, Julie marveled. While her engine refused to die, the chainsaw's engine sputtered, idled, and stopped. The handler brandishing it stepped back and pulled it from her body, and Julie saw bits and pieces of herself caught in it, dangling grotesquely from its teeth.

The other two handlers began prying the oversized nails from her feet and her remaining hand, and once that task was completed they held her torso, or what was left of it, removed the noose from around her neck, and lowered her to her knees. This enabled her to look around more freely, and she saw that the structure to which she had been nailed was adjustable, and there was now a plank running horizontal to her upper back between the two posts that flanked her. Her handlers pressed her up against this plank and used the air gun to nail her to it through each of her shoulders.

From the middle of this plank rose a small head board, and the handlers pressed the back of Julie's head against this protrusion and fired a nail from behind the board, piercing both it and the back of Julie's skull. She felt the iron penetrate the skin and bone and press up against her brain, but it stopped short of damaging her cerebral matter. With her highly sharpened senses, she could even detect that the nail was ribbed, catching on the bone and preventing her head from moving. This would ensure she remained upright, so everyone could watch her expressions as she endured her final moments.

Devin squatted down to get a better view of her, and with her limbs finally free Julie reached out to him. He did this to me, Julie thought. He knew this would happen and he set me up. On the heels of that, a wild, nonsensical thought, Maybe he can take it back. She tried to plead with him, but when she opened her mouth she did not recognize the sounds she made as anything that could resemble speech.

Stupid fucking idea anyway. I'm deader than dirt. I've never seen anyone get snuffed this hard. That thought was punctuated by another needle in the base of her neck, and that sent Julie over the edge. Whatever cocktail they had in that last injection, it did its job far better than anyone could have hoped. Julie's mind melted into insane panic and nightmarish horror. The eternity of nothingness that awaited her consumed her thoughts, and the drugs took away all her coping mechanisms and magnified her fear far beyond anything heretofore experienced by the human brain.

Those fantastic, lively blue eyes that everybody told her they loved bulged wide in their sockets, her curvy sensuous lips stretched around her gaping mouth, only closing occasionally when she blathered some incoherent gibberish, and the closest thing to a thought that ran through her head was some vague iteration of, It's over. There's nothing left. I'm done. I'm gone. I'm a dead girl. This was her existence for the next two hundred and forty seven seconds, and then she was truly and finally dead.