“Thank you, thank you.” A strangely flagitious game host said with a sinister smirk as he walked out on the stage. Grimm didn’t bother to conceal his identity since he knew no one could ever catch him.
“I would like to welcome you all to my little extravaganza that I have duly dubbed…Kill or No Kill. For those of you involved with law enforcement…who think they might track down our little transmitting site…I can save you the time. The electrical and computer equipment being employed have not only stolen satellite signal for this all-channel melodrama of murder…but we have created a complex series of false signals meant to make us appear to be transmitting from some six dozen sites throughout the continental United States. Long before you find the real transmitting site…we shall be long gone…and our contestants, for the most part, quite dead. Save, possibly, for one. The winner of…Kill or No Kill. Now lets meet our contestant for the day. ”
Grimm walked over to what looked to be a chair with a blanket draped over it. What was under the blanket? We will find out. “First we have Nikki Cavenaugh.” He would say as pulled off the blanket and gestured toward a scantily clad young red-haired woman firmly affixed to one of three torture devices.
“Nikki comes from a fine family. She had all the advantages many never receive. Yet she still allowed herself to succumb to drug addictions for no other reason than to ‘have fun’. Now she must prostitute her supple young body in order to ‘score’ her next ‘fix’. Her purgatory rig, one of three that might well be used this night, will, if she fails to choose wisely, thrust open her thighs…which she has done hundreds of times for meager amounts of money spent on narcotics…and forcefully penetrate a part of her anatomy already ravaged by sickeningly assorted sexual encounters.”
Grimm lazily moved to stand next to the frightened girl and yanked the ball-gag from her mouth.
“No, please, stop.” Nikki cried and pleaded. “You don’t have to do this. I’ll stop using. I’ll stop. I swear I will. Please. Please.”
“I’m sorry, my dear. You had your chances to stop using…as well as being used…far too many times in the recent past. You must now choose. Simply pick one of the cases and my beautiful assistant shall open it. If you are lucky and pick a case with the words ‘No Kill’ in it…you will be spared and returned to your life of luxury and leisure in order to set right all that you had done wrong. If, however, you pick a case with ‘Kill’ in it…”
There really was no need to finish the statement as such an agonizing eventuality, should she select poorly, brought forth more tearful pleas from the young red-haired Lady-of-the-Evening.
“Choose!” Grimm snapped. “Or else I shall kill you just as slowly. By choosing, you have a chance…otherwise…”
“Okay, okay,” Nikki panted while sniffling and shivering from the shock of such an impossible situation. “I…I ch-choose…n-number…twelve. I choose twelve. Oh, God, please…please, please, please…”
The TV camera turned toward the young woman and the aluminum, numbered, cases even as she smilingly made her way to the one with the number “12” stenciled onto it. Then, playing it up again in the same manner as such pretty ‘presenters’, proceeded in promptly opening it.
Inside it said… Kill.
“I’m sorry, Nikki…you did not choose wisely.” Grimm said with a grin as he pushed one of the buttons on the controller.
“Nooooooo—“
Shhhhh-Spluk!
Death gradually followed the agonizing piercing of not only Nikki Cavenaugh’s vaginal area, but the majority of her fully laid bare abdominal area as well. Thus allowing not only buckets of blood and uterus material to spill forth, but her entire intestinal tract as well.
“A sickening end to a misspent adolescence. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Well, thank you for viewing in, but our show is now over. So tune in next time to see who will be on the next episode of Kill or No Kill.”
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