The harsh light flooded the expanse of black velvet, illuminating the pale trembling figure tied spread eagled and helpless upon it. Crimson cords bound her limbs pulling them painfully far apart, her tattered silken dress served only to accentuate her exposure. Luxurious chestnut hair clung dishevelled to her tear stained face, racking sobs escaping her delicate crimson lips. Her struggles had ceased when they'd driven long silver spikes through the delicate membranes of her wings. She'd screamed then, an unearthly primal sound cut short by a crushing blow across her face. A further cord cut into her throat, its colour matching the angry welt beneath it, preventing her from seeing her assailants or from looking away from the light and camera above her, capturing her fear and pain. Waiting to record the torments that were about to begin.
A red light blinked on, on the camera and a shadow moved at the periphery of her vision. Moments later a long serpentine blade slashed through her scant garment careless of the scarlet trace it left in the flesh beneath. As the once delicate fabric fell away from her the knife ripped through it twice more leaving it a blood soiled rag beneath her. She tried to struggle against her bonds again past caring that the her movements caused larger holes to be rent in her wings, pale shimmering dust settling out around her. Her struggles turned to screams as the knife returned to draw open long crimson paths along the veins of her arms. The now languid motion of the knife cutting deeply into the pale flesh but not so deep that her torment would end any sooner.
As the blood ran in rivulets down her arms, her unseen assailants turned their attention elsewhere. The knife now striking swiftly, like the snake it so closely resembled, about her breasts taking small hungry slices out of her skin. Each strike landing in some random pattern causing her to twist in pain only to pull the skin on her lacerated arms further apart. Soon only the darker flesh of her nipples remain unmarked upon her chest, small erect points upon slick glistening scarlet breasts. The knife bloodied but un-sated moved on, sliding wetly between the pale flesh of her inner thighs. She winced as the knifes tip thrust between the lips of her cunt, already lubricated with her own blood. The cords moved pulling her legs further apart allowing the blade easier access as it thrust into her once more. Pain coursed through her arching her back in a mockery of passion as the knife settled in buried to the hilt now. This time it stayed there moving slowly back and forth, causing her flesh to ripple obscenely as it followed the waves of the blade. Growing slicker with each thrust, her breath came only in racked pants her eyes rolling back in her head. Blood drenched her flesh, dyed her wings a deep russet brown and coated the unmarked skin of her thighs. The knife thrust once more harder this time and upwards, her back arched and the cord bit into her neck drawing blood, no longer held by unseen hand the blade twitched deep within her moved by her spasming broken body. A thin keening scream broke the air as the fairy's body arched further ripping the spikes through the sodden wings before collapsing leaving flesh and knife quiet and still.
On the camera a single red light blinked off.
