She was contorted upside down with her arms tied behind her back and her legs spread apart, and she was looking at the glass bottles hanging from the ceiling as she shimmied her ass to aim the gun sticking out of it. She was holding so much shit, and her body was in so much pain from the beating she took as well the stressful position she was in. She shimmied her butt around, farting as little jets of poop flung out. Everytime she took aim, I could see her buttocks straining, letting small black rovers flow down her bum and over her hips. POW splrt thlp "AH!" She shrieked, farted and shat with every shot. But she did eventually- after many long hours of crying and moaning "wuhuhhughuuhhh" and begging "pleeeasse sirrr I'm sawwrrryyy, make it stopp!" in addition to her increasingly dire shitting- get every glass bottle.

So I held up my end of the bargain. I set her feet on fire.

She instantly started screaming for me to just kill her. Her screams had already gotten shrill but this was new. She had been able to withstand beatings and torture stretches very well but this was new. I grabbed a scimitar and slowly sawed away at her legs, first slicing her shins and calves and then her thighs.

Eventually I simply sliced her ankles away and she fell ass up into puddles of her own shit, flinging ricers of feces around as she slammed her bloody mangled legs into her putrid wastes.

"Get arouns. Now." I kicked her with my brown and now black boot. "Youdon't have forever. So this and go." I think she doubted me but I knew she wasn't giving up, despite having begged for death.

She turned, with her hands still behing her back, "ow
Ah ow oh ah aowww ahh ah. OhHhhOhj." She whimpered.

"Wait." I stood on her back pour some liquid on her hands.

"MY BACK STOP IT HURTS!"

I took out a lighter. "Don't get your hands on the ground or you die."

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING PLEASE NO!" She screamed "AAAHHHHHHHHHJAAAAAKKKNNnn" She hit a moment of shock, frozen in place, as her mind registered that her hands were now dealing with exceptional pain while the Phantom limb pain of her feet and the rest of her body radiated sorrow. She still had a gun sticking out of her ass, with no kore bullets since I removed the chain ammo and replaced it with weights.

Ahe screamed and svreamed and screamed. Ahe kept waddling, crawling on the floor. Her every motion puntuated with a shriek. Her hands on fire on her back, her ass leaving a trail of shit, and her legs leaving trails of blood as she waddled through alcohol and glass. The shards got stuck in her soft breasts before anything, then shoulders and next the rest of her chest, until she was covered in them and could only shake and ahimmy innpmace, trying to not roll with her hands onto the fuel.

She kicked her legs around rolled about trying to not get set on fire and mitigate the pain of glass.

She failed.

Once she was unable to move forward and could only rock side to side and squirm in place, flexing her knees and hips, I knew it was over. Her hands touched the floor as she instinctively rolled on her back and then the floor was covered in fire. I was at a safe distance to watch her struggle, kicking her legs in the air like she was riding a bike and side to side, moving every sort of way, and simply screaming.

She struggled, kicking and shrieking, for several minutes it seemed, before her muscles gave in and she finally met the mercy, Death.