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She's tied spread-eagle to the ceiling, swaying midair with her arms and legs angled away from her.

I slice a semicircle under the skin of her pubes, then slice 2 long lines from it to just below her boobs. I tie it to a bar above her face so she must look at it.
Next, just above her belly button, I cut 2 more lines across her ribs, except these are angled. I slowly yank the skin-ribbon away and let it dangle off her side. I do the same for her other side, and she he 2 wings, like a bird trapped.

Next, I pour kerosene over some old fallen branches I've placed below her.

Before I ignite her final demise, I interview her. I ask her about her sex life and her family and where she grew up. Did her parents hit her? Was she ever raped? What size cock did she most prefer? What was her most demented fetish?
I hurt her the whole while, prodding her both verbally and with a rusty pitchfork. Especially in her ass.

I shove a large funnel in her mouth, binding it to her with a mound of tape on her lips around it. I pour endless jars of my urine, feces and cum that I've saved in jars just for her. I can her hear gargling. Puking it back up and eating it again.

Finally I tell her I'll light her when I finish my smoke. She watches me, trying to speak but only regurgitating her next meal. I tickle her pussy and her sides just above her hips with the lit end when I'm not puffing. I can tell she wonders when this might end, dreading what's next even more than she's hoping to die already.

I check to make sure the fire is going to be larger at her ass end. Don't want it to finish too quickly. She panics more and more as she sees my cigar crawl shorter. I disappear from her sight, maybe she can see me in her peripheral. I stand at her ass and say "well my smoke break is finished. Are you ready for Hell?" and drop the ember on the pooling firesauce below her.