Posted by Israeli guy on September 29, 2001 at 04:06:31:
(f hanging, mutilation, desecration, and other evil
stuff - hard stomach a must)
To Rache : Don't be afraid to live, life is good for
you.
The eyes of the frightened girl I saw when I opened
the door were big, staring, very much alive. She
herself, on the other hand, was trembling.
"I killed my ... killed my mama..."
I didn't have to listen to her confession, all the
people in town knew. I gave her a big comforting hug
while hearing her telling me that she didn't deserve
to live, that she didn't deserve to feel good, that
all she could ever have is pain and death.
She was right, of course, and she came to the right
place. For years I was acting as the town's hangman,
servicing our little community faithfully, and ever
since she was a little girl I knew that some day I
would kill her. But her's would be a special kill, not
a
simple drop at the town gallows like the rest of them.
The pain. Looking deep in her eyes you could see the
fire burning. You could tell that for her there was no
other reality, as if somewhere on the line that
stretched between my eyes and the back of her head
while I looked at her, was the point of living hell,
and her eyes were the welcome sign. In the next hours
it broke loose, as I performed my duty, which was to
set her soul free of her body. Hell was about to leave
that little point inside her head, and fill the whole
room.
I had to know her body first. Without any explanation
or permission, I let her pants down, then her panties.
I threw her on the bed and had my way with her. She
didn't say much while I did it, but her body took me
in very well. After I was done with her I put a noose
around her neck, and ran the rope over a ceiling beam,
pulling it taut. She didn't say a word while I
was making the arrangements for her death. The noose
was hemp, cruel hemp with what can only be described
as thorns coming out of it, hurting her skin as it
grew tighter against her delicate neck. I made her
stay on her toes, but didn't lift her into the air
just now, she was not getting out that easy, not by a
long shot.
It was a trap that meant being hurt in anyway she
decided to move in the a short range of options : Rest
your feet, and you hang to death while the thorns
wound and suck blood out of your neck. Rest your feet
a little, and get your neck attacked by the thorns.
Rest your neck only at the price of holding on at the
edge of your feet. It might be ok for a few minutes,
but not for the whole three hours she would experience
while I left her there, without any clue about the
time of my possible return.
I wasn't sure if she'd still be alive when I came
back. Any other man or woman would lose hope after a
while, but she didn't, and I admired her for that, but
it was just a preview of course. A tiny piece of hell.
When I came back I brought a little electric device I
attached to her left foot. It dug into it and
connected itself into the nerve. Every other second it
would send an electric signal that will find its way
to her brain, thus every other second she would get a
buzz getting into the depth of her soul, filling it
with total, pure, and vast pain. I activated it, and
she started getting the shocks. At first she would
lose control every time before her neck woke her up,
but after a minute or two she got used to the horrible
pain and just stood there like before, on her firm
feet, getting the pain and holding it. Only the twitch
in her face every other second showed that there was
something different.
I looked at her now. On her toes, legs tight and
hurting
from the last three hours, the left one holding the
device, blood coming out of where it was attached. Her
sex exposed, with my semen dripping out, her white
blouse, free hands balancing her body or moving the
noose around her neck to get the thorns out after she
lost control for a second, and her calm face,
surrounding her eyes in which the fire from hell was
much more visible, much less deep inside them.
I got closer, putting one hand over her breasts still
covered by her blouse, feeling her heart buzzing every
other second. I put rubber bands over her armpits and
shoulders at both sides. The bands were very tight and
restricted the blood coming into her hands. In fact
there was no blood coming into her hands now, only
getting out. In a few moments no blood was left inside
her arms, and I told her that soon, what's happening
to her arms will happen to her. Her arms fell limp
alongside her body. I took a sharp blade and removed
both her hands. They fell on the floor softly, without
much blood dripping in the process. It was the only
time I saw her eyes close shut, the pain being more
than even her could stand.
"You didn't take care of your father and now you are
going to hell, where you will feel much worse than
what you feel now, forever." I said. "Then let Satan
have my soul", she said with a low and choked voice.
And then she simply gave up and went limp on her rope.
Letting the hemp dig harshly into her neck, and blood
come out of it. She didn't fight at first, but then
she tipped her legs back down in order to find the
floor that wasn't there because I used the time she
was limp on her rope to pull her a little higher. It
was the end, but not quite yet. Hell broke loose. Her
young, light, strong, body that had to hold tight for
such a long time, containing unimaginable pain
exploded in a frenzy of kicking and swaying not
stabilized by the hands she didn't have anymore. Her
body was going left and right almost touching the
walls, the energy of the kicks growing more intense
every other second when another rush of pure pain
rocked her soul. She was everywhere almost at the same
time. I chose to leave her, and come back for her
dead body later.
Her body decorated the central pole in the middle of
town for a week. Every now and then someone used it
for his sexual needs and went on as if nothing
happened. Over a hundred men used her that week, some
of them several times. Then I took her down and
threw her in a hole in the ground, without much
ceremony.
Israeli guy.