Another set of doors thudded shut behind the crowd. This time the lights revealed a familiar but frightening scene. An X shaped frame made from rough wood, mounted horizontally on a small stage. Right on cue the two burly helpers emerged into the light dragging a struggling girl. She was stunning, toned with curves in all the right places, pretty features and brunette hair pulled back into a pony tail. She was dressed like a slave girl. A flimsy white cloth was draped over her shoulders, heavy metal clasps at her shoulders piling the material together. Her "top" hung down her back and torso, just barely covering her breasts, leaving the sides exposed. A matching white cloth with similar metal clasps was hung around her waist, draping down over her butt and private areas, those too just barely being covered. With each reluctant step as she was dragged across the room she exposed the luscious flesh beneath.
"Quinn seems a little hesitant... perhaps she has heard we are out of chains ? "
As her helpers lifted Quinn by her arms and legs onto the wooden frame Lisa picked up a heavy lump hammer and a clutch of nails. Showing no sign of second thought or hesitation Lisa used a nail to pin the screaming Quinn's left hand to wood. Ignoring the cries and trickle of blood onto the floor Lisa walked swiftly round the frame using a nail on Quinn's other hand and both feet. As she took a step back the dim red light panned upwards. As the beam widened the audience could see a huge curved blade swinging lazily from the ceiling. The bottom of its arc was just a couple of feet from Quinn's bare navel. With each swing the deadly pendulum made a click and the blade was lowered another inch by an unseen mechanism. Quinn's eyes were locked on the swinging blade as if it were having a hypnotic effect.
"I imagine by now some of you are feeling quite shocked, others more than a little excited, if you follow. Quinn here has a few moments to go so we have an opening, or two, if any of the gentlemen would like a little relief ? " Lisa grinned knowingly at the hushed conversations between some of the couples in the room. After a few moments two volunteers had emerged from the frantic whispering. Without bothering to ask any names Lisa led the first by the hand around the arc of the blade to stand between Quinn's pinioned arms. She reached around and undid the lucky guy's fly then shoved Quinn's head back.
Her gaze torn away from the slowly descending blade Quinn suddenly appeared to realise what Lisa was arranging.
"Nooooooooo....."
Lisa pushed the guy one step forward, helping him enter her victim's mouth while guiding his hands to push down hard on her neck and chin holding her in place.
"Enjoy" she grinned as Quinn let out a strangled gurgle. Moments later the second volunteer had taken station between Quinn's legs just as the blade reached a point low enough to leave a fine red trace over her stomach. Her scream was muffled by her mouthful and the next swing was a little lower leaving a visible gash. She was trying to arch her back and breath in but it wasn't enough. With metronomic precision each swing sliced another half inch into the struggling beauty. It took just a couple of minutes for the incision to reveal the white bone of spine amongst the red. First one helper then the other finished their enjoyment. A couple more swings and the brunette fell still, slumped on the wooden frame. The blade stopped at the bottom of its arc buried in the wood under her back. Blood gushed from her severed waist, other fluids trickled from her thighs and lips.
Without so much as a glance back Lisa strode to the next doors.