Alright here is my slightly lengthly death though I think it satisfies the brutal death quota for this execution
Well he had lasted so long last time; it made sense they'd go for him first this time. He didn't expect it though; to be hung up to dry so soon. He sat at his table, a glass of fine ice wine and a rare steak on his plate. A soft tone of Petit Chien played in the background, its brisk pace a nice backdrop for his quite, comfortable meal. But as the music slowly faded into silence; he somehow knew it would mark the end of his quite comfortable dinner. Intuition was what they called it, and he seemed to have it in measures lately. His door bell rang and a shiver came up his spine; no one came to visit him, not since all the killings began again. He reached underneath his table and picked up the twin Glocks he had taken to keeping by his side at all times; could never be too careful with all the crazies wandering about this town.
The doorbell ringing became more persistent as he got closer to the door finally to the point where it was almost a constant ringing sound. He waited until there was nothing but ringing and fired the entire two clips into his door, firing again and again until the ringing stopped. He walked over to open the door, to reveal who had been trying to kill them all. Unfortunately that was not meant to be as he opened the door to a dead cop; 16 bullet wounds, all his making. He had killed his saviour. He felt a tap on his shoulder and spun just as a solid aluminum bat struck him in the face, breaking his jaw and caused blood and teeth to fall as he collapsed to the ground moaning, holding his ruined face in his hands.
Two sets of hands grabbed him roughly, carrying him to his table where he had dined and cast him roughly onto the table, staining his snow white table cloth with his red blood and gore. Six people stood in front of him, the lights shining brightly on his concussed eyes. His pupil's dilated and he could see their ringleader who stood there with the bat looking at him with contempt, "You're a sick fuck you know that Void?" Sky's cruel smile betrayed how painful his own end would be.
Despite his jaw being in incredible pain Void spat some blood at his captors, "Fuck you, I didn't kill any motherfuckers, so take your lynch mob back to hell and find whoever actually fucking did this!"
Sky laughed, "You were always a convincing liar," she drove the butt of the bat into Void's crotch and watch and he proned up spitting more blood onto his tablecloth, "I didn't do shit," he panted, "What do you want me to say? Huh? That I did it, I won't fucking convince to someone when I didn't do shit in the first place."
Her face hardened, "Hold him," she commanded and two strong arms pinned him to the table, his hands grasping for anything but receiving nothing in return for their efforts, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Void mumbled knowing what was about to happen next.
Sky brought the bat down heavy on his first hand, crushing the bone and eliciting a fresh scream from Void as he fought against the two that restrained him, "I don't want you to die like a ***** Void, I have more respect than that," Sky said, moving over to the other side for another swing at his good hand, "I want you to die with dignity, just admit what you did and this will all be over, you'll die quickly and that'll be a hell of a lot better than what I have planned for you. You see it was going to be quick; it was going to be painless, but then we saw what you did to BT, we saw what you did you sadistic fuck," she crushed his other hand with a well placed swing and bathed in the screams of pain Void voiced, his voice cracking with pain.
"Don't scream like a ***** Void."
"Fuck you, I didn't fucking do anything!"
"Stop lying Void, you're not doing yourself any favours," she set down the bat and pulled out a cruel looking knife that mimicked the evil looking smile on her face, "Now we're going to make sure that you don't tell anymore lies," she leaned over him, putting her knee into his already injured genitals and grabbed his tongue as he screamed and his screams were gargled and screamed wet curdled cries as his tongue was slowly cut out and Void coughed more blood out onto his chest and table. All he could do was groan and pant as more of his blood continued to clog his wind pipe. It was getting harder and harder to breathe through all the blood and gore that was pouring into the back of his throat.
His two restrainers picked him up, setting him back into his chair and held his head down while the last 3, the ones who hadn't done anything set to tying his hands behind the chair and dousing him in gasoline. Sky stepped in front of the dying, ruined man and put a cigarette in her mouth. Void mouthed his innocence one more time, but she laughed, "Coward to the very end; well it was nice knowing you," she walked away while her accomplices created a trail of fuel leading outside of his house and onto the street. Sky lit a match and was about to light the cigarette when she stopped herself and laughed, "Wait a minute, I don't smoke," she laughed again and dropped the match on the gasoline watching the flame spread quickly across the fuel and travel back into the house.
Lost in the Void watched hopelessly and the yellow flame moved rapidly towards him and he struggled to move the chair. It was to no avail as a flame caught onto his shirt and he was forced to struggle painfully as the flame ignited his body and extinguished his life.
The doorbell ringing became more persistent as he got closer to the door finally to the point where it was almost a constant ringing sound. He waited until there was nothing but ringing and fired the entire two clips into his door, firing again and again until the ringing stopped. He walked over to open the door, to reveal who had been trying to kill them all. Unfortunately that was not meant to be as he opened the door to a dead cop; 16 bullet wounds, all his making. He had killed his saviour. He felt a tap on his shoulder and spun just as a solid aluminum bat struck him in the face, breaking his jaw and caused blood and teeth to fall as he collapsed to the ground moaning, holding his ruined face in his hands.
Two sets of hands grabbed him roughly, carrying him to his table where he had dined and cast him roughly onto the table, staining his snow white table cloth with his red blood and gore. Six people stood in front of him, the lights shining brightly on his concussed eyes. His pupil's dilated and he could see their ringleader who stood there with the bat looking at him with contempt, "You're a sick fuck you know that Void?" Sky's cruel smile betrayed how painful his own end would be.
Despite his jaw being in incredible pain Void spat some blood at his captors, "Fuck you, I didn't kill any motherfuckers, so take your lynch mob back to hell and find whoever actually fucking did this!"
Sky laughed, "You were always a convincing liar," she drove the butt of the bat into Void's crotch and watch and he proned up spitting more blood onto his tablecloth, "I didn't do shit," he panted, "What do you want me to say? Huh? That I did it, I won't fucking convince to someone when I didn't do shit in the first place."
Her face hardened, "Hold him," she commanded and two strong arms pinned him to the table, his hands grasping for anything but receiving nothing in return for their efforts, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Void mumbled knowing what was about to happen next.
Sky brought the bat down heavy on his first hand, crushing the bone and eliciting a fresh scream from Void as he fought against the two that restrained him, "I don't want you to die like a ***** Void, I have more respect than that," Sky said, moving over to the other side for another swing at his good hand, "I want you to die with dignity, just admit what you did and this will all be over, you'll die quickly and that'll be a hell of a lot better than what I have planned for you. You see it was going to be quick; it was going to be painless, but then we saw what you did to BT, we saw what you did you sadistic fuck," she crushed his other hand with a well placed swing and bathed in the screams of pain Void voiced, his voice cracking with pain.
"Don't scream like a ***** Void."
"Fuck you, I didn't fucking do anything!"
"Stop lying Void, you're not doing yourself any favours," she set down the bat and pulled out a cruel looking knife that mimicked the evil looking smile on her face, "Now we're going to make sure that you don't tell anymore lies," she leaned over him, putting her knee into his already injured genitals and grabbed his tongue as he screamed and his screams were gargled and screamed wet curdled cries as his tongue was slowly cut out and Void coughed more blood out onto his chest and table. All he could do was groan and pant as more of his blood continued to clog his wind pipe. It was getting harder and harder to breathe through all the blood and gore that was pouring into the back of his throat.
His two restrainers picked him up, setting him back into his chair and held his head down while the last 3, the ones who hadn't done anything set to tying his hands behind the chair and dousing him in gasoline. Sky stepped in front of the dying, ruined man and put a cigarette in her mouth. Void mouthed his innocence one more time, but she laughed, "Coward to the very end; well it was nice knowing you," she walked away while her accomplices created a trail of fuel leading outside of his house and onto the street. Sky lit a match and was about to light the cigarette when she stopped herself and laughed, "Wait a minute, I don't smoke," she laughed again and dropped the match on the gasoline watching the flame spread quickly across the fuel and travel back into the house.
Lost in the Void watched hopelessly and the yellow flame moved rapidly towards him and he struggled to move the chair. It was to no avail as a flame caught onto his shirt and he was forced to struggle painfully as the flame ignited his body and extinguished his life.
