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I fondle the remote control as I watch Fujiko struggle against her bonds. The busty thief is tied down to a plywood plank, and a large saw blade is buzzing furiously, slowly inching towards her torso. "One last time, where is the African Rose?", I shout above the din of the saw cutting through wood. "I swallowed it, you sack of shit!", she yells back, a defiant smirk plastered on her pretty face. I hold down the power button, and the sawblade begins to bite against her skin. She screams in pain and terror as the teeth of the saw grinds through her flesh at 1200rpm. Blood sprays against my face, and her screams trail off into a wet gurgle as the power tool finally severs her body in two. I grab her shapely feet and pull her lower torso away, a long smear of blood tracing back to her upper torso. Thick tubes of intestines droop out of the cut, and a twinkle amid the wet crimson of her insides catches my eye. I lean down and insert my hand into her warm corpse, feeling around her wetness, before dragging the two large precious stones out, covered in mucus and blood.

You've knocked Amanda O'Neill out, now kill her.