Posted by Sawney Beane on August 21, 2006 at 22:49:58:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #57
ODE TO A SPECIAL GIRL
by Sawney Beane
1 February 1998
645 words
DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Sawney Beane requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sawney Beane, originally a native of Edinburgh, lived for twenty-five years in a cave on the coast of County Galloway, subsisting on the flesh of unfortunate travellers, roughly a thousand of them all told. He and his wife raised a large family of eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grandsons, and fourteen granddaughters. Eventually, the family was captured, and the whole lot was brutally and unjustifiably tortured and executed without trial. Since his death in the early 17th century, Beane has reformed his ways and now confines his atrocities to his literary endeavours.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of consensual female snuff and bad poetry. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first and I think my last attempt at snuff poetry, and it is the scariest thing I have ever written. The story is a nice little vignette, but I don't know about my verse. Perhaps I should stick to prose.
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The day you gave yourself to me
I knew you were a special girl.
When I asked you for your body
You reacted with such calm
Even contentment.
But you were nervous;
I could see it in your eyes.
When I asked to you lie down
On that big log on your back
You shivered.
You let me tie you down.
First you ankles and knees,
And then your hips and chest.
Finally your arms held high
Above your head.
You knew what it meant
To be mine and mine alone,
And yet you gave freely of yourself.
You gave me everything you had,
Even your body.
As I made love to you that way
With you tied down on the log,
I felt the love exuding from
Every pore of your body,
Immobilized.
You loved me then,
And I loved you with all my heart.
There was only one thing left to do,
So I flipped the switch,
And you cried.
The giant saw roared to life,
And the conveyor began to move.
Your eyes filled with fear,
But your heart was still full of love,
For your executioner.
The saw chewed into the log,
The log on which you were tied.
The noise was horrendous,
But I couldn't help but smile,
At your beautiful peril.
The log was devoured,
And you came closer.
Your eyes saw the end of life,
And your body sensed
Impending death.
First the ropes that held your ankles
Were severed by the blade.
The snap was audible
Above the sound of the saw.
It startled you.
The saw continued its path,
And soon your knees were free.
Your legs kicked a bit
But you had to be careful
To avoid the blade.
Six inches more and you
Would feel the sting of steel
In your most private part.
It was beautiful the way
You squirmed.
I watched with childlike glee
As the blade inched closer
To your warm womanhood.
Soon you would be two
But also none.
I heard it before I saw it.
Your scream of agony
Pierced the night air
As the vicious saw pierced
Your tender flesh.
Your warm blood spattered,
And some hit me in the face.
I licked my lips and tasted
The warm fluid of your agony.
And you screamed.
The blade moved on,
And your crotch was bloody
With the horrible destruction
That I and I alone
Had caused.
I waited in anticipation
For the bisection of your navel.
Your screams continued
And the sweat of your brow mixed
With your blood.
What did you think
At that moment, my love?
Did you curse me for my cruelty?
Or did you love me for the artistry
Of your suffering.
Your navel was cleft,
And your belly was cleaved.
Soon your body would
Cease to be alive.
Death would come.
I watched your abdomen
As it was destroyed.
Your viscera spilled out
And ran down the side
Of your log.
On and on the saw came.
You were almost done now.
Your diaphragm had been cut.
Your breathing was difficult,
Irregular.
Blood poured from your mouth,
And ran down the log.
The sparkle in your eyes was fading.
I could see the long night beginning
To overtake you.
In that last moment I could see your soul.
I knew how much you loved me.
I knew how much you thanked me.
I knew how much you wanted to go
Into the long night for me.
I watched in silence
As the blade continued
To bisect your lifeless body.
My arousal faded,
As you had.
Your two halves slid off
Each side of the log.
I switched off the saw,
And picked part of you up
In my loving arms.
You died loving me,
And I loved your dying.
How can I forget a woman
So good both in life
And in death.