The brothel sold Tawney without asking any questions. She knew her time was short. She was 28, and most girls older than her had already disappeared from the
brothel under mysterious circumstances. Still, the brothel’s management could have asked at least a few questions, but it wasn’t like they cared.
I was blindfolded with my wrists tied behind my back. Untying my hands, they secured them to a metal pipe before me. A tight-fitting leather waist strap, one
that made me stand with my knees slightly bent, followed. Then, they finally removed the blindfold. I wish they hadn’t.
Tawney found herself straddling a terrifying razor-sharp buzzsaw, the tight-fitting leather strap around her waist designed to pull her crotch down onto the
blade. A distinguished-looking older gentleman entered the outer chamber as the glass shield surrounding the saw slowly lowered.
“Good evening, Tawney. Please try to refrain from screaming until I activate the saw. The glass enclosure is quite soundproof.”
Pausing to rest his hand on the saw’s activation handle, he continued, “Once I activate the saw, I’ll open this valve, allowing the water to run down inside
the pipe your hands are secured around. As the water flows down the pipe, it turns a small turbine that pulls the leather strap attached to your waist tighter,
drawing your crotch slowly down onto the buzzsaw’s lethal spinning blade at a rate of one inch per minute. You should have about thirty minutes to contemplate
what it's going to feel like when that razor-sharp blade kisses your flesh. By then, I’ll rejoin my guests upstairs in the parlor to enjoy watching your
delightfully messy demise from multiple camera angles.”
Switching on the buzzsaw, he continued, “The turbine will continue to pull your crotch deeper onto the buzzsaw’s spinning blade, cutting through your pelvis and
lower abdomen until it severs the leather strap around your waist. The sudden drop in tension will allow the lethal spinning blade to pull your torso backward
until the wrist restraints pull tight as the blade opens your abdomen from your crotch to the cleavage of your breasts in what promises to be a gruesome and
exquisitely delightful spray of blood and gore as you die in almost unimaginable agony.
Watching in horror as he opened that valve, I could hear water flowing down within the pipe before me as he turned and walked out of the room. I knew my time was
running out. The waist strap grew steadily tighter with each passing minute as it drew my crotch slowly downward toward the buzzsaw’s deadly spinning blade.
As my crotch drew closer to that blade, I could start to feel a draft between my thighs as the spinning blade’s sharp teeth displaced the air. A high-pitched scream
of agony escaped my lips as, with the next tug of the waist strap, the buzzsaw’s blade bit into the sensitive flesh of my crotch.
Upstairs in the parlor, my killer and his guests enjoyed after-dinner drinks as they watched the waist strap steadily pulling Tawney’s belly deeper onto that deadly
spinning blade as the spray of blood and gore grew more delightfully gruesome with each passing moment.
Minutes later, they all watched in gleeful anticipation as the buzzsaw’s blade began cutting through Tawney’s waist strap. Moments later, her hips slid back as she
collapsed belly-first onto the spinning blade; her desperate screams were cut short as the blade sliced through her diaphragm and began cutting through her sternum
as she finally lost consciousness.
Within seconds, the deadly buzzsaw completed its evil work, bisecting Tawney’s torso from her crotch to the underside of her neck as her lifeless body collapsed to
the floor around the still-spinning blade of that gruesome buzzsaw.
Later that night, his retainers disposed of Tawney’s corpse, cleaning up the massive spray of blood and guts from the chamber floor and glass enclosure. Then,
replacing the buzzsaw’s blade with a freshly sharpened one, they finished preparing their employer’s abattoir for its next victim...