I'll be incredibly disappointed if I die quickly. I want to be tortured, for a very, very, long time. No rush. I think three killers would each take a turn to have his fun for as long as he pleased. The first: a good, sadistic torturer, the kind you find in a white- painted cement room that smells like fear. He'd do things to me in ever- increasing intensity. Beat me, fuck me, pierce me, humiliate me, whip me, cut me. Burn me. Give me the Guantanamo Bay treatment, give me the lab monkey treatment, the medieval torture chamber treatment.
Then after days, weeks, whenever his skills have been exhausted, I'd be dragged, half-dead, to a medical room that smells like death and disinfectant and laid on a freezing steel table for my next killer. He would be a terrifying ghoul who dissects human beings, a coroner or anatomist for whom there are no more secrets and no more surprises. Knowing me inside and out, able to see right through me, he could do so much more than the first torturer. He could flay me layer by layer, pick the nerves from my hands and tie me spread-eagle with them, drive pins into my brain to make me cry and see angels. And of course fuck me in the holes I came with AND the holes he makes himself. In the end he'd open me up with a Y incision and rub and touch all over all my insides, touching my heart and lungs, grabbing my lower gut to squeeze his own dick as he fucks me. When he's done, he'd wipe his dick off with my skin and toss the skin into the incinerator so that I could watch it burn as he wheeled me, expiring, out into the open air. Then dump me on the grass and beat it back inside before my final killer showed up.
As I lay dying, my skin gone, my ribs open, exposed all the way down to the soul with the sun shining on my weakly beating organs, my third killer would come. A splendid lion with golden fur and a black mane, whose breath stinks like meat as he roars. He'd crush me with his huge claws and clamp his jaws onto my throat, and laying on me, destroy my vulnerable vitals with his weight as the vibration of his contented purring filled my world with pain. As I gave myself up, drowning in shock and agony with a raging hard-on, I'd know that as soon as my pulse was gone, he'd begin by eating my heart.
Can i buy you and cut you up then Flori ? 
