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Into the Harem, Pt. 4

I held my breath in anticipation, hoping that we would not have to extend this poor woman’s misery, regardless of whatever crime she may (or may not have) committed. The customer thought for a bit, then finally spoke only one word.

“Legless.”

The manager nodded, then motioned for me to, as he once put it, “fulfill the customer’s requirements.” I stepped up to the altar and examined the poor woman. Her actions grew more exasperated as she struggled and pleaded with me.

“Please! Don’t do this! I’m innocent!”

My eyes began to swell up as I raised my axe high above my head. I wished I could say why I did this. I wished I could say sorry to her for bringing her so much misery. However, the mask hid my emotions from her, so all she could see was the monster I really was.

I closed my eyes and swung. A squish and a thunk, followed by a scream. One gone. I swung again, with another squish and thunk. The manager unhooked the chains, dropping the legs to the floor.

“Enjoy,” the manager said.

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