"Now.why would I go and do that, when our night is just getting better? I told you, I'd make you beg." He dragged a fingernail over her face, pinching her cheek hard and laughing at her.

"Anyway, you found me Mandy. You brought this onto yourself, my dear, and how glad I am that you did."

Still kneeling on her he bit at her nipple lightly, letting his teeth sink against her bruised skin. He ran his hands over the curves of her body, wondering if she would still feel as good when she was dead, or if the agony was his main enjoyment. He paused to look into her face, her shaking lips, her helpless eyes.It was right, it was all so right and perfect. She was his, as much as possible. He controlled how much longer she would survive-one couldn't really call it living- and how much she would scream when her time finally came. Crouched over her, he looked down at her with that ever present malicious smirk, toying with his liprings idly.

"You know.These hands of yours, they can't be much use anymore.Seeing as how I've put these little things through them." At 'little things', he pressed down firmly against her peirced palms, getting a shrill cry of pain from her. His smile widened and he leaned closer to her, their lips nearly touching. In another situation, it might be tender, even erotic. He breathed against her lips, letting his tounge dart over her bloodstained skin of a second. She pushed against him, mumbling pleas and sobs, her one nipple pressing into his chest.

"Gah.this is too much for me, if I stay like this I'll have to fuck you again, and I don't want you to enjoy yourself too much just yet.Besides, I've got a much better idea."

He stood up crossing his arms, standing over her with that cruel grin again. Mandy's heart began to sink, already knowing too well what that look meant. He was planning something, some way to make things worse, if it was even possible. She closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep, to at least avoid his tortures for a few hours, a few minutes even. Anything to get away from this fucking psycho.

-

"Rise and shine, princess. I've got a surprise for you."

The first thing Mandy realized was a burning sensation a bit above her elbow, and attributed it to being nailed to the fucking floor. She tried to move her fingers, unable to feel them-again attributing this to the floor. As she came further into conciousness, however, she realized that her left arm seemed to be missing. She could feel nothing but a dull throb beyond her elbow, the same as the right arm she realized. Her eyes widened, her throat convulsing unable to scream. She thrashed her shoulders wildly, trying to force herself out of this nightmare, it had to be a nightmare.

"About time you decide to wake up, you lazy bitch. How do you like it?" Kai loomed into view, dangling one of her fingers in front of her face.

"You fuck.Oh god, why are you.how could you.fuck." Mandy couldn't even think straight, the shock and the pain almost knocking her back out. She let her head fall back onto the concrete, fresh sobs coursing through her. Kai sat down onto her chest again, making sure to step on one of her stumps as he did.

"See.the fun thing about this now, I don't even need to chain you up. Hell, I could let you crawl around on this floor for days and you wouldn't get anywhere-not that I would find much amusement in that. However." He picked up her right hand from next to her, looking at it almost lovingly, "I suppose you've earned yourself something. You've been such a good girl, I'd hate to dissapoint you at all." He grabbed her severed wrist and forced her hand into her pussy, jamming it deeply into her. She cried out, more of revulsion than pain, the idea of her severed limb being inside of her.

"Now, tell me honestly, which part of this bothers you more? The fact that you're fingering yourself, or the fact that you're liking it?" He threw his head back and laughed, forcing the nub at the other end of her arm into her mouth, gagging her with it, watching her own blood coating her lips. He was getting painfully hard from all of this and had almost fucked her while she had been knocked out but decided against it, as she was far more entertaining when begging. He continued to push her severed hand against her cunt, almost fisting her now, relishing the helpless agony written plainly across her face. He heard a quiet noise come from her throat, some kind of moan, nothing more than a physical reaction to the pentration and laughed.

"So, you're that much of a whore? If you want to fuck again I'm more than happy to oblige. Hell, even if you don't want to, it's not like you can fight me off anymore."

He laughed again, spreading her weak legs apart and forcing into her bleeding pussy. She gasped, back arcing up against him as fresh tears gushed over her red eyelids. He raked his nails across her stomach, digging into the folds of skin at her hips, running them over her bruised curves. He delved his fingertips into the gouge on her chest again, feeling her heart pounding wildly as he fucked her, forcing himself deeper into her body. He ran his hands over her severed elbows, fondling the edges where her bone portruded through the mess of butchered skin and blood. He closed his eyes, head falling back as he groaned out loudly in enjoyment, backhanding her hard across the face. He slid on top of her, his heavily tattooed arms circling around her neck and pressing her tightly to the ground while he fucked her, her back grating against the unforgiving cement. He would later find heavy scratches on his knees and palms from going at it so vigorously, sweat trickling off his shoulders into her fresh wounds. Each shove made her twitch harder, cry loud, her legs flailed uselessly, weakly. She was helpless, nearly dead, giving up quickly. He knew he would have to kill her soon if he was to enjoy that at all, she was giving up and even if her will held out, her body wouldn't much longer. He dug his nails deep into her scalp and wrenched her head up, kissing her deeply and biting her bottom lip hard enough to bleed. She yelped out, her stumped arms beating against him like a terrified bird, her body wracking in pain and fear. He pulled back, tearing a chunk of her flesh with him. He took a moment to pause and look down at her, to take it all in before he would kill her. Her severed breast lay somewhere nearby, the remnants of her chest a bloody and violent mess. Her arms were within her view, the blood dried into the cement and all over his apron. His hair was matted with her blood, staining his skin, the taste still in his mouth. She had been wonderful, had given him so many hours of enjoyment it was almost a shame to end it. But like always, he would move on, would find another toy, a better and fresher one. He smiled, tracing his fingers over her cheekbones. Yes, she had been a wonderful whore indeed.

He grabbed her by the hair and threw her onto her stomach, her half-arms scrabbling for balance as her face grated against the ground. He grabbed her round ass and pulled it violently against him, thrusting deep into her. She screamed out, her entire body shaking against him. Again he grabbed handfulls of her hair, pulling her back as he fucked her hard, watching as her wounds were reopened by the harsh cement, her skin seeming to pour blood from it. He slammed her face down forcefully, hearing a satisfying crack as she lost a few more teeth, maybe broke her jaw. He pulled her head back again, ripping a handfull of hair from it before letting it drop against the ground again, this time sending out a muted wet thwack. Her screams were now a continual string of noise, a moan and a whine and sob all rolled into one. Feeling himself near cumming, he dug into a pocket of the apron and pulled out a roll of twine and unrolled a couple inches of it. Forcing himself deeper, he fucked her as hard as he could, gasping deeply and gritting his teeth. He wrapped the twine around her throat once, twice, three times before grabbing both ends and pulling back tightly. She began to wheeze, her legs twitching, her shoulders moving in panic. She tried to plead, tried to beg him but all that came out of her throat were dry gasps and gurgling noises. He felt her beginning to die, pulling tighter as he felt his balls release, cumming deep inside of her. Kai screamed out, his shoulders shaking as he came, Mandy's body convulsing against his. He continued in and out of her until he felt himself husked completely out, his body aching and his dick soft, his cum seeping out of her ass and against his legs. He pulled out of her and rolled her over onto her back to look at her one more time before he'd burn her body and begin to look for his next toy.

Mandy had been fun, he smiled at his fond memory of her initial confidence, how quickly she gave up and submitted to her death. As he dragged her body to the furnace, saturating her in gasoline, He decided to keep one of her hands, as they hand been so fun to watch.Twitching and bleeding, trying to fight him off so avidly in the beginning.

Kai smiled, watching the flames encase her body, taking her curves and her eyes and everything that was Mandy into it, leaving nothing but faceless, nameless ashes.

Reduced back to nothing, just as he liked it. He laughed quietly to himself as he climbed the stairs out of his basment, ready for a good sleep before his search began again tomorrow. Life was good, he couldn't have asked for more.