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 He held her down, his strong powerful arms pinning her small thin body to
the tabletop her eyes stared up at his face, her little tiny voice
desperate behind the cute pink ball gag that glistened with her spit, it
held her mouth open shamefully so that she couldn't stop even her own
saliva from dribbling down her chin.

   She fought him and he laughed at her.  He liked it when she fought him.
She could tell, but she was far beyond caring.  There was something so
horrible in his eyes.  Her body was helpless before those eyes, naked and
soft and small.  he told her so, he teased her about her little soft belly
and the hairless folds between her legs, the ones he'd told her to wax, to
keep smooth for him, forever, back when he still pretended to love her.

   She cringed.  her worst nightmare was true and it left her naked, so
exposed.  the video camera was in the corner, filming her.  he promised to
send it to as many people as he could, and he laughed as he said it and
inside her A voice kept screaming no, no..  private humiliation was one
thing, a horrible, vile thing and it made every part of her want to hide,
but this was beyond that.

   She squeezed her eyes closed.  It was all she could do.  there was just
no other way to hide from those eyes, the ones that mocked her small body
relentlessly, so she could think of some way out, some way to shut off her
mind., but he barked out a command, to open them.  she couldn't..  he pried
them open, taped them open, and dropped a handful of san d in her helpless
face.

   The pain was awful and inside her something just snapped.  she couldn't
do anything, except scream behind the gag, and she did that, oh god how did
I get into this the voice in her head said over and over, the one rational
bit left, the piece behind the screaming girl that the rest of her had
suddenly become.

   Then he bent down, and with his tongue cleaned her eyes, licked the sand
from her eyes and the pain lessened, a little, but the screaming didn't go
away.  like something fucking your ear, so all you can hear is that sound,
that's what this was like, she thought.  he raped her vision with his
tongue.  and when he tired of that he cleaned her eyes out with soap and
water, and propped her head up on a pillow so she was forced to look down
at her body, pale, covered in goose bumps, as it lay strapped to the table.


   An IV line was easily inserted into her, not in anything like a usual
place like an arm, but rather in her neck, carefully.  She hadn't even
thought that was possible.  the bag of blood it attached to scared her
more. She couldn't stop screaming, her little kitty mewls escaping from
behind the gag were evidence to that.

   The needle he used on her body dug deep into her shoulder.  in and in
and in it went through almost to the bone it felt, then red hot something
spread inside her shoulder and then ice was all her arm felt.  he turned
her head so she could see, the little red mark on her shoulder where the
needle had penetrated.  then he tied her head so she had to look in that
direction.

   He used a sharp, sharp scalpel to slice away the skin of her left
shoulder, right down to the bone, tying off the blood vessels and arteries
as he found them, catching the blood that spilled in a pan.  At first she
couldn't comprehend what he was doing.  it was utterly painless.  it felt
like some horrible twisted dream.  she could actually feel the scalpel,
slicing away muscle and tendons, until nothing holds the arm in at all but
the bone itself, connected to her shoulder blade.

   He whispered "only the word watch" as he pulled it free, jerked it free,
and laid it gently, almost reverently down in a stainless steel pan beside
her head.

   Then he slowly, carefully stitched up the gaping, bleeding wound, and
once that was done, grafted a piece of skin taken carefully from her
severed arm over the place.

   Then he did her other arm, and both legs.

   He made her watch, sweating, hyperventilating, screaming inside her head
helplessly, as they drained of blood, and then he took them and placed them
each in a perfectly sized velvet lined mahogany box, and closed the lid. 
She didn't know it was mahogany, didn't care, all she could do was struggle
to grasp what had just happened to her.  Of course she failed.