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 Fiona had the harried, feral look of a woman who's been enduring
constant torture for hours. Metal bands secured the young singer's
wrists and ankles to a wall of wet, electrified clay. The current ran
through her back, into her ass, through her arms and legs. I had set
the wall's voltage and amperage very carefully. Fiona was enduring the
maximum safe charge for a healthy women under the age of twenty. In
other words, it wouldn't take much more current to kill her. As it
was, she was in excruciating agony.
She really looked fantastic. Her thin body was sheathed in a very
tight black top which left her sexy navel exposed. She also wore a
black miniskirt which looked like it had been painted onto her slender
hips. Her long, wavy red hair flowed down around her small, adolescent
breasts. Her eyes were half-closed, and there were dark circles under
them. She had been up against the wall for about twelve hours now, and
it was starting to show. She licked her thick, moist lips and
whimpered.

"Please, can't you turn it down just a little?" she begged. "It hurts
so much."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Fiona," I told her. "I've been employed
to keep you in as much pain as possible for as long as possible. When
I feel that your young body has endured all it can take, I'm
authorized to snuff the life from it. That's your only way out, I'm
afraid. The terms of the contract are very specific."

"I have money," she whispered. "Lots of money. I'll double what he's
paying you."

"A generous offer, but I never break a contract."

"You can have me, too," she offered.

"I can have you anyway, Fiona," I pointed out gently.

"Not willingly. I'm a good lover."

"Yes, I'm sure you are. I'm sorry, but the answer is no."

"Please," she sobbed. "I'm begging you. I don't want to die."

"Of course you don't. That's why it will be so beautiful when you
finally DO die. Would you like to know how it's going to happen? How
I'm going to snuff you?" She made no reply. "I'm going to do it with
this." I held up a long, wicked hunting knife. The blade had an evil,
serrated edge. "The sharp tip goes into your belly, just above your
clitoris. I'll make a long, deep incision through your navel, drawing
the blade all the way up to your sternum. Then I'll reach into your
abdomen and pull out all your non-essential organs. Once that's done,
I'll sew your steaming belly shut. You'll probably go into shock and
die shortly thereafter."

"Why?" Fiona whimpered.

"Your body type has determined your fate," I explained. "You're a
sweet young thing with a lean, flat belly. If you were a big-breasted
woman, I'd probably hang or crucify you. Waifs get belly torture,
because gutting is the most satisfying way to snuff that kind of body.
Any other questions?"

"When?" she gasped.

"Let's not rush things. I want to give you a few more hours on the
wall. Also, I want to give you some time to anticipate the blade--what
it will feel like as it slides into your gut, how much it will hurt.
It will be like no fuck you've ever had before, Fiona, I promise you
that."

Her tortured body was wracked with anguished sobs. "Is there anything
I can say or do that will make you spare me?"

"I very much doubt it. But you're welcome to try." I had a sudden
inspiration. "I tell you what, Fiona. I have to snuff you. That's a
contract; that's not negotiable. Right now I'm in no hurry at all to
do it, because I really enjoy watching you suffer as the current
courses through your beautiful body. But if you do something for me,
maybe I could be persuaded to send you on your way a little sooner."

"What do you want?" she whispered.

"Sing for me."

"I'll try," she moaned. "What song?"

"Since I'll be putting you to sleep soon, how about 'Sleep to Dream?'"
I suggested.

"All right." She closed her eyes, trying to compose herself. "Could
you turn the shocks down, while I'm singing?"

"No." I wanted to see if she could sing with the electricity flowing
through her body.

She took a deep breath, opened her eyes and began. Her voice was
shaky. From time to time it cracked as the pain overwhelmed her. The
shocks made it hard for her to get her breathing right. But it was the
voice of Fiona Apple; that was unmistakable. And her pain added
something to the song. The fact that she was in agony as she sang gave
her words an extra authenticity, a subtle power. She sang: "I got my
feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream. You got your head
in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem. This mind, this
body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways..."

I began to laugh, and she stopped singing. "Your mind, your body and
your voice will certainly be stifled by my deviant ways," I pointed
out. "But thank you; it was lovely."

"So you'll kill me now?" she suggested.

"Don't say kill. Say snuff; it's much sexier. Yes, we're almost ready
for that. Let's just watch a little video to get in the mood." In
front of the torture wall was a large video screen which I now
activated. In anticipation of this torture session, I had programmed
the screen to run footage of some classic guttings: Alicia Silverstone
and Kate Moss. Now Fiona and I watched them together.

"Beautiful, isn't it? Look how wide their eyes get when the blade goes
in. They've never been fucked like that before. What do you say,
Fiona? Are you ready to join them?"

Her slender body was quivering from the shocks. She was in tremendous
agony. "Yes. If it will end the pain," she whimpered.

"It will. Eventually." I grabbed the bottom of her skirt, pulled it
down over her hips until the top of her black silk panties was
revealed. I pressed the tip of the blade against her belly, right
above the panties. The knife handle was non-conducting, so I was able
to leave the current on. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
The blade slid into her as though her belly were made of warm butter.
She whimpered softly but did not scream. The pain was overwhelming; a
scream would have demanded too much from her. Her sleek young body was
taut, alive with tension. Opening her belly was as easy as unzipping a
woman's fly, and as intimate. There was very little blood. My aim was
perfect: I bisected her navel, dividing it into two perfect halves.
With my free hand I grasped the hem of her tank top, drawing it up. I
would need to expose her ribcage--but why stop there? I pulled it up
over her breasts, pausing briefly to admire them. They were small and
hard, almost flat; she had a woman's body, but her breasts hadn't
caught up yet. They were still the breasts of a little girl. Her pink
nipples were quite hard, perhaps from the shocks.

I continued to pull the blade up until it struck her sternum, then I
withdrew it. At this point I finally did have to disengage the
electricity, and she gasped in relief. Now I reached inside the
narrow, vertical pink slit I had made in her abdomen. My practiced
hands found all the non-essentials: stomach, intestines, spleen, gall
bladder. It all came out, with a little help from the knife. I worked
quickly, knowing she couldn't remain conscious much longer. Soon I was
ready to close. I took a needle and some surgical silk. Working from
the bottom of the wound, I sewed her belly shut. Then I switched the
current back on.

It took her another twenty minutes to die. I had to admire her
youthful strength. I also admired the beauty of her body. She had been
slender to start with, and the gutting had made her impossibly skinny.
Her childlike breasts seemed full and round when set against her
nonexistent waist.

At last the moment came. I could see in her eyes that she was close,
so I turned up the juice, giving her a lethal jolt of electricity to
send her on her way. Her eyes stared blankly into space; it was too
much pain, and she couldn't even comprehend it. She gurgled softly,
drool running down her chin. Her body relaxed subtly. And she went to
sleep to dream.

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