Final Girl - Season 1
by John Doe
(Final Cut)

This story was originally intended as lightweight porn/guro, but as I was writing it, it started evolving into a psychological thriller. So I had to make a significant rewrite to keep it consistent both internally and with Season 2


Prologue

My name’s John. John Doe. Not my real name of course, but that’s none of your fucking business.

So let me introduce myself like they do in those Anonymous Alcoholics groups:
“My name is John Doe and I’m a sick fuck. And a murderer.”

You see, some time ago I wrote a short story. An erotic guro story about a deadly reality show called Final Girl. Eight girls, seven days, seven ways to die. Each way can only be chosen once, so for each girl after the first, the choice gets narrower.

Each day a girl is chosen at random, chooses the way she would prefer to die, gets raped and then brutally murdered while the remaining girls watch. After seven days and seven deaths the remaining girl gets a 50-million dollar prize and is allowed to go free.

You might say I watched too much Squid Game, and you would be right. I was quite into it at the time. My story was just another one among many...until it got noticed by some rich perverts who decided to make it a reality. They contacted me and made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. And no, money was not the main incentive. Nor was it about me making my sick fantasy a reality. No – these guys said they would kill me and my family if I turned their offer down.

And now I’m here – the host of this show. The girls have already been kidnapped and will arrive here tonight – poor ladies thought they were going to a beauty contest… The organizers have lots of money and power and can do literally whatever they want. The list of guests on the show… let’s say that compared to it, the Epstein Files would look like a Disney fairy tale.

I sit in the observation room and look at the dungeon through the cameras. This is not your typical dungeon – deep inside an underground facility, this is a brightly lit, comfortably warm room with soft walls. In the middle there are eight simple sleeping mats, on the far end – a toilet and a shower, all in a large open space. In the middle the dungeon is separated by a transparent wall, behind which lies the Machine Room, full of torture and death.

The organizers didn’t want to leave too much to human error, so all the killing devices are almost fully automated. They are not too inventive, all taken directly from my story:

First is the guillotine. Old reliable mechanism and probably the easiest death here. Press the button – and done.

Second is the gallows. Another classic – the noose is worn on the victim’s neck, then the platform they are standing on is slowly lowered, leaving the person in the noose to slowly suffocate.

Third is the Drowner – a transparent tank with a lid that gets slowly filled with water. The person inside will eventually be fully submerged and will drown.

Fourth is the Roaster – a giant oven. The person is secured on a metal deck and then moved into the superheated oven, their head remaining outside to keep them conscious for as long as possible while their body is cooked.

Fifth is the Saw – quite a simple tool really. A table with a circular saw, that when activated, will cut the girl vertically in half, starting with her pussy. An absolutely terrible death that makes me shudder just thinking about it.

Sixth is the Impaler – a machine straight out of Dolcett universe. The girl is secured on a bench, then a long pointy metal skewer penetrates her starting with her pussy, all the way through until the skewer emerges from her mouth, after which she will still be alive for a while. Another tool of terrible agony and pain.

Seventh and last is the Dismemberment Station – a weird-looking chair that automatically cuts off, one by one, first the breasts, then the arms, then the legs of the victim. The final touch is cutting her abdomen open, leaving her to slowly die from pain and loss of blood.

The transparent wall that separates the dungeon from the Machine Room will ensure that all the remaining girls will have a great view of what the unfortunate victim of the day is going through and what awaits them in the near future.

I’m not coming into this unprepared of course. Remember how I said that I’m a murderer? Not “I will be a murderer”, but “I am a murderer”? Yeah – the organizers made sure I got my hands bloody before the show started. They brought in a few unfortunate prostitutes and killed four of them right before my eyes. Then it was my turn.

First they gave me a knife and told me to cut the throat of a scared shivering middle-aged woman who was begging me to stop. I watched her life slowly leaving her body with blood coming down from her neck. What’s worst, I can’t say I didn’t entirely enjoy that. Yes, my hands were trembling the whole evening after that and no, I didn’t get an erection. But there was something fascinating in watching her die.

The next woman I killed was younger. The next one younger still. The last one was a simple university student who decided to earn some money by being a hooker. She peed herself when I cut her stomach open. I was hard the moment before I stabbed her, and then it all went away. Her death, as fascinating as I found it to be, was still too much of a shock for me to get off to it.

I notice a message in my inbox. The girls have arrived. There’s a dossier for each of them attached. Time to see who we will be dealing with here…