Shitpost incoming.

She was cute, but the little bitch had to suffer. And die.

I looked down at her flushed face. Her chin lightly bled from being scraped on the gravel we dragged her over. Her arms were tied behond her back, with barbed wire. Her legs were spread apart and her feet raised high on metal stakes, jutting up through the soles. The steel rods were run over with her blood.

A camera was set up to view her. She saw that camera. But there were others, too.

"Here Baby, eat this. " I spanked her and poured liquid laxative into her anus, held open with a funnel. I pinched her anus closed to sew it shut.

"Please. Please I'm so sorry." I began spanking her, drumming on her asscheeks as she squirmed, cutting her arms and back with razor wire. "Ow OWWW oh pleheez." She sobbed.

"You hurt already, just wait." I pointed at the ceiling. "You're going to shoot those down to crawl over them." Glass bottles, filled with alcohol, dangled in the hundreds. "I'll cut you down after you shoot them down, and you can crawl home after you crawl over glass." I dragged that last word out and laughed. But if you poop at all in that time, I'll make it even harder for you." I had plenty more barbed wire, bladed chains, and spiked weights to pierced her thighs, arms, and not-yet-prolapsed rectum with.

She sobbed and pleaded, but her agony was just beginning. "The world will see this from every angle." She looked at me, her head contorted on her neck, wide eyed, "But how can you worry about that?" Indeed, it seemed she agreed, albeit only by her wailing. Still, I was surprised, pleasntly, that she wasn't already in too much pain to comprehend consequences or contemplate humiliation.

(Will continue in a bit).