It was the early forenoon of December 24th as a loud explosion made the Edgewater Island and the club walls shaking. A giant mushroom of burning smoke was to see above the execution field while a rain of fire lashed down on the green. Dubious silence framed the anomalous situation for a while. To understand how it came, we have to flip a bit backwards in time.
One day before i got humiliated by client Johnny and was forced to wear an incredible ugly pink miniskirt. My wrists were cuffed to my back, the head covered by a linen bag and bending over while being held from a magnetic field pole. After a few hours of deepest suffering in shame i smelled a familiar perfume and the conversant sound of footsteps achieved my ears. I started to tremble and a cold shudder crawled up my spine. Sir Dunnagh, still very angry and disappointed about my latest failure with the built snowmen, approached and was standing close to me. Now the hell was opened.
My linen covered head got soaked by a strong smelling alcohol and the stench of a cigar entered my trembling nostrils. The liquid trailed along my face and back, down to the synthetic pink miniskirt. Suddenly Dunnagh tossed his glowing cigar on the fresh impregnated bag and set it slowly on fire. Under incredible pain my hair and face burned away while the flames increased. Burning parts of the bag felt down on my back and reached the skirt which made me slowly a burning huge squirming and in panic and pain shaking living candle.
The heat collapsed the electronic of the pole and i felt down on the floor where i passed out until my head and back got scorched without mercy. The entire night i had to stay in the regeneration chamber at medical room.
On the next morning as i was healed gladly i ran directly into Sir Mab´s arms. The client was still upset about my failure i did lately with Shani´s release from a caging he ordered and payed for. He dragged me on my hairs to the beach and i had to undress quickly. With a sharp knife he cutted my hair and shaved my head completely and harsh. Then he grabbed my chin with his rough hands and cut off my tongue, stuffed it into my blood squirting mouth and sewed my lips with a fishing line. I choked on the big amount of fresh warm blood which filled my so brutally closed mouth as Mab also began to sew my eye lids.
While i squirmed in pain and got covered by more and more blood which trailed out my sewed lips, Mab shoved a small napalm-grenade into my sex and sewed the labia lips with his fishing line. He applied the line also on the activation ring of the bomb and sewed it to my nostrils, stretched so that i had to bend over my head and every moving became dangerous now. In this state he leaved with an evil laugh.
A few hours later Shani approached the horrible view and wanted help me. I was unable to explain her that any help could cause her own death, instead i screamed muffled without tongue and bleeding like an slaughtered animal out of my sewed mouth. Sir Jeff came by and dragged Shani away to abuse and humiliate her near my position. Both had not realized the unbelievable danger they were entering by being close to me.
A while after Jeff was done with Shani, she was still pinned and hanging abused at the chopping board not far from my position at the outer wall of the execution field and Rya was also there to free her, the inevitable happened. During a very hard choking on my cut off tongue and the amount of blood in my mouth and throat i jerked and moved my head, the grenade got activated and few seconds later my demolished and fire covered trunk, arms, legs and head got tossed in the glowing bright flickering air and bumped lifeless on the green.
A big ball of fire and huge blazing flames devoured Shani and Rya immediately. Three burning and blemished bodies breathed their last while giant columns of fire and smoke flared up high in the Christmas night.
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