The Snatcher looked up at Kelly with a calm, almost casual expression as she spoke.

“Your tits were never really the focus of your career, were they, Jessica? You were always an ass and oral slut. Everyone remembers you for your throat and that ruined little asshole you used to have. Still… no porn slut’s tits should be left unattended.” She tilted her head slightly. “So tell me. Would you rather have your small tits skinned… or burned off with acid?”

Kelly’s face twisted in fresh horror. Her voice cracked as she immediately began to beg, her words tumbling out between sobs.

“No… please, no more… I can’t take any more. Please, just stop. I don’t want my tits skinned, I don’t want acid, I don’t want anything. Please just kill me. Please make it quick. I can’t do this anymore. I’m begging you, just end it. Please…” Her voice broke into desperate, shaking cries as she continued. “I’ve already lost everything… my body is ruined. Please, just give me a quick death. I can’t take any more pain. I’m so tired. Please, just stop hurting me. I’ll do anything, just don’t do this to my tits. Please…”

The Snatcher’s expression didn’t change. “You have to choose. Skinning or acid. If you don’t pick, I’ll do both. One after the other.”

Kelly’s breathing turned into panicked, shallow gasps. The memory of her arms and thighs being peeled made her whole body shake violently. After several long, terrified seconds, she finally forced the words out through her tears. “…Acid,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please… the acid. Not the skinning. Please, just the acid.”

The Snatcher’s lips slowly curved into a dark, evil smile. She picked up a small glass syringe filled with thick, clear concentrated acid. She approached Kelly with a calm, almost gentle demeanor, holding the syringe up so the suspended woman could see it. Without any further warning, she positioned the tip directly above Kelly’s left nipple and began releasing the acid one slow drop at a time. The first drop hit Kelly’s nipple and immediately began to hiss and smoke. Kelly’s body jerked violently as a piercing scream tore from her throat. The acid ate through the sensitive flesh with horrifying speed, the nipple shrinking and dissolving into a bubbling, smoking crater. Kelly thrashed on the obsidian shaft, her burned legs kicking wildly as she tried to twist away from the pain. The Snatcher moved to the right nipple and repeated the process, letting the acid fall drop by drop. Kelly’s screams grew even louder, raw and broken. She tried to kick at the Snatcher with her burned feet, but the woman was too quick. She stepped aside with ease, dodging each desperate kick while continuing to apply the acid with steady, deliberate movements.

“Look at you,” the Snatcher mocked, her voice cold and amused. “Kicking like a little animal. Pathetic.”

Kelly’s voice cracked as she sobbed and begged between screams. “Please… kill me… please just kill me… I can’t take this… please, make it stop… I want to die… please…” Both of Kelly’s nipples had now been completely dissolved, leaving behind two small, smoking, blackened craters where they had once been. The acid continued to eat into the surrounding tissue, the wounds hissing and bubbling as thin trails of smoke rose from her chest. Kelly’s body hung trembling on the shaft, her hoarse pleas for death mixing with broken, agonized cries as the burning continued to spread.

The Snatcher picked up a larger bottle fitted with a spray head. With her left hand she began slowly pressing the button, releasing multiple drops of concentrated acid at once onto Kelly’s right breast. A dozen or so droplets landed across the soft tissue. She waited patiently after each spray, watching as the acid did its work before applying the next burst. The first few sprays landed on the upper curve of Kelly’s right breast. The acid immediately began eating into the skin, turning it red and blistered before the flesh started to bubble and dissolve. Kelly’s body convulsed violently on the obsidian shaft. She let out a long, piercing shriek as the acid sank deeper, melting through the fatty tissue and beginning to reach the milk glands beneath.

The Snatcher continued spraying in controlled bursts, her right hand moving between her legs as she slowly fingered herself. “Look at that,” she said mockingly. “Your little pornstar tits are finally getting some attention. Too bad it’s the last attention they’ll ever get.” As more acid was applied, Kelly’s right breast began to collapse inward. The skin split and peeled away in wet, smoking chunks, revealing the yellowish fat beneath. The breast started to shrink and deform as the acid ate through the tissue. Kelly thrashed wildly, her burned legs kicking and her body twisting on the shaft. She vomited again, bile and acid splattering down her chest and mixing with the dissolving flesh. By the time the Snatcher had finished with the right breast, it was almost completely gone. Only a raw, smoking crater remained where the breast had been, the edges blackened and melted. The milk glands had been dissolved into a bubbling mess, and the fatty tissue had been eaten away down to the chest wall. Thin trails of smoke continued to rise from the ruined area.

Kelly’s screams had become hoarse and broken. She sobbed and wailed, her voice cracking as she begged again. “Please… kill me… please, just end it… I can’t take this anymore…”

The Snatcher moved to Kelly’s left breast and began the same slow process. She sprayed the acid in controlled bursts, waiting for each wave of drops to finish melting and smoking before applying more. Kelly’s left breast held its shape a little longer, but soon the skin began to blister and split. The Snatcher masturbated steadily with her other hand as she worked, her breathing growing heavier. “Look at you,” the Snatcher taunted, her fingers moving faster between her legs. “Crying and puking while your tits melt away. You used to be so proud of your body, didn’t you? Now you’re just a half-skinned, half-burned piece of meat with nothing left on your chest.” As the acid continued to work on the left breast, the tissue collapsed inward. The breast shrank rapidly, the fat and glands dissolving into a smoking, bubbling mass. Kelly’s body shook with violent tremors. She kicked and thrashed, her hoarse screams filling the chamber as the last of her left breast was eaten away.

When the Snatcher finally finished, both of Kelly’s breasts were completely gone. Two large, smoking, blackened craters remained on her chest, the edges raw and melted down to the muscle. Thin wisps of smoke still rose from the ruined flesh. Kelly hung on the obsidian shaft, her body trembling and covered in vomit, her voice reduced to weak, broken sobs as she whispered again and again, “Please… just kill me…”

The Snatcher looked up at Kelly’s broken form and gave a simple order. “Hang her by her nails.”

The two men moved quickly. One of them retrieved a small electric drill while the other held Kelly’s hands steady. The drill whirred to life as it was pressed against the thick, overgrown section of her long French-tipped nails. One by one, small holes were carefully bored through each of her ten fingernails, the high-pitched sound mixing with Kelly’s weak, exhausted whimpers. The drill bits pushed through the strong natural nail plates, creating clean, circular openings near the tips. Once the holes were made, thin metal wires were threaded through each one. The wires were looped securely and then attached to stronger cables that had descended from the ceiling. The mechanism above began to hum as it took up the slack. Kelly’s arms were the first to be affected. The cables pulled upward, forcing her arms to straighten above her head. Then the tension moved to her fingers, stretching them taut and straight as the wires tightened through the holes in her nails. A low mechanical whine filled the chamber as the system began to lift her body. Kelly let out a hoarse, broken cry as her weight started to shift. The obsidian shaft slowly slid out of her scorched cunt as she was pulled upward. The skin around her nail beds stretched and tightened, the flesh pulling taut as more and more of her body weight transferred to her fingernails. Her long, manicured nails began to bear the full strain, the skin at the base of each nail whitening and stretching dangerously.

With a final mechanical pull, Kelly’s body was lifted completely off the shaft what almost immediately disappeared like it had never been there. She now hung suspended in mid-air, her entire weight supported only by the ten wires threaded through her fingernails. Her arms were stretched straight above her head, her fingers locked in a rigid, painful position as the wires held her aloft. The skin around her nail beds was stretched thin and tight, the flesh pulled upward by the tension. Small trickles of blood began to seep from where the nail plates joined the nail beds. Kelly’s mutilated body dangled helplessly. Her skinned arms and thighs, her burned and blistered feet, and the two smoking craters where her breasts had once been were all fully exposed. The ruined, lead-filled crater of her asshole and her scorched, blistered cunt remained visible as she hung. Every slight movement caused fresh agony to shoot through her fingers. She tried desperately not to squirm. Any twitch of her body sent sharp, tearing pain through her nail beds as the stretched skin and wires pulled harder. Her breathing was shallow and ragged, her face contorted in a mask of suffering. She hung there trembling, doing everything she could to stay as still as possible while the wires held her suspended by her long, manicured fingernails alone.

The Snatcher looked up at the suspended woman with a cruel smile. “Kelly Fuckin’ Wells,” she said. “Time to see a really fiery dance.”