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Tess contacted me about bringing her darkest fantasy to life. I responded that I’d be honored.
Tess replied, “I’m flattered that you want to bring my fantasy to life. I want to be humble and say you don’t need to, but the truth is I would love it!”
“The blade cuts me in half right through the waist. I love the suspense and the build-up to it, either an automated release or one triggered by an orgasm or something like that. I also love the idea of my death becoming a snuff video or being live-streamed.”
I have to say that women who express such masochistic desires always seem to have the most vividly diabolic imaginations. Of course, I suspect they’d be considerably less forthcoming about their darkest desires if they knew I produced actual snuff films.
In a way, I think Tess suspected the truth. She’d used a secure email service to contact me. It turns out it wasn’t all that secure. So, when my preparations were complete, I abducted her. A canister of knock-out gas hidden under her car’s front seat set to activate when she closed the car door, and she woke up here.
I could see the look of confusion in Tess’s eyes as the effects of the gas slowly wore off. The usual look of outrage as she realized she was hanging, stretched spread-eagle, wearing nothing but a pair of high heels and a ballgag. Of course, as the effects of the gas continued to wear off, that look of outrage quickly turned to terror as Tess finally noticed her surroundings. -
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Hanging there naked, the sensation of utter fear was almost unbearable. When I’d contacted him, I’d assumed he intended to bring my darkest fantasy to life in a computer-generated animation or perhaps something created through CGI. Still, even in my wildest dreams, I’d never imagined he’d make it impossibly real. And, yet, here I am, hanging helplessly spread-eagle in mid-air, with a terrifyingly razor-sharp buzz saw poised less than ten feet away, its guide rails ominously passing directly beneath my waist.
While I’d fantasized about this moment, I never imagined dying like this. After all, it was just a fantasy, or was it?
Stepping out of the shadows, Ghost smiled beneath his face-concealing mask, “Tess, I knew you expected some artwork, perhaps even a computer animation or some CGI, and the last thing you expected was to experience your darkest fantasy for real, and yet here we are.”
Walking over to the control pedestal, Ghost continued, “As I recall, you wanted to experience the suspense, the build-up to that razor-sharp buzzsaw cutting you in half at the waist.”
Pausing to tap in a few last-minute changes, “There, that should be long enough to build the suspense.”
Pressing the ‘Start Timer’ button, “So Tess, I’ll leave you to your brutally agonizing fate. Try to enjoy it while you can.”
I watched in horror as Ghost, one of the world’s most infamous serial killers, left the room, sealing the heavy soundproof door behind him, leaving me alone to face my darkest fantasy or nightmare.
As the terrifying minutes passed, something unexpected happened. The terror and the fear gradually faded, replaced with a sense of darkly erotic anticipation. After all, how many women can say that they’ve lived their ultimate erotic fantasy? -
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The horrifying anticipation grew stronger with every passing moment until I heard that obscenely deadly buzzsaw starting to spin up. As its terrifying high-pitched whine grew louder, I
was surprised that I was already delightfully looking forward to the agonizing sensation of that razor-sharp spinning blade ripping painfully through my guts as it savagely bisected my body.
As the buzzsaw spinning blade reached its operating speed, the saw’s high-pitched whine quickly faded until all that remained was the ominous hiss of that deadly spinning blade slicing through the air. And the faint electrical hum of the motor turning the guide rail’s screw drive to advance that buzzsaw slowly toward my waist.
Closing my eyes, I eagerly awaited that inevitable explosion of agony when the buzzsaw’s blade finally reached the side of my waist. -
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As the terrifying seconds passed, I could hear the evil hissing sound of that deadly spinning blade growing steadily closer. For one fleeting moment, I was glad that my killer had chosen to
abduct me without warning, my abduction only enhancing the whole damsel in distress premise of my fantasy, delightfully changing my darkest fantasy into my darkest erotic nightmare.
Then, the explosion of unbearable agony overwhelmed my senses as the buzzsaw’s sharp spinning blade finally bit into the side of my waist. -
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In the recording control room, the serial killer, infamously known as the Ghost, smiled beneath his face-concealing mask at the delightful sound of Tess’s high-pitched screams of agony as the
buzzsaw’s spinning blade effortlessly cut through her waist, brutally bisecting her body.
Within seconds that slowly advancing blade finished its diabolically fatal work. The upper half of Tess’s body obscenely swung forward to hang from her wrists, while her lower half swung back to hang from her ankles.
Surprisingly, Tess managed to remain conscious for over a minute after that buzzsaw finished cutting her in half, her blood and mutilated entrails spilling to the abattoir’s floor as she slowly bled to death.
Leaving the abattoir’s video cameras recording, Ghost patiently waited until the delightful flow of Tess’s blood and guts finally abated before shutting off the cameras and ending the live-streaming video of her gruesome demise.
Later tonight, after cleaning up the mess and dumping Tess’s remains into the acid, he’ll edit the video and publish his newest snuff film, “Tess and the Savage Saw.” -
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An Alternate Ending
Leaving the abattoir’s video cameras recording, Ghost patiently waited until the delightful flow of Tess’s blood and guts finally abated before shutting off the cameras and ending the live-streaming video of her gruesome demise.
Later tonight, after cleaning up the mess and dumping Tess’s mutilated entrails into the acid, he’ll put her bisected corpse into the Resort’s cryo container before editing the video and publishing his newest snuff film, “Tess and the Savage Saw.” The Resort’s retrieval team will be here for Tess’s frozen remains in the morning...
