June 2009 – Of Warmth, Of Dragons

As the large two-man saw began to slowly and methodically tear the boy in half, the pleasure of the saws teeth touching William’s anus quickly became the fiercest pain the young man had ever known. Like a child’s seesaw the two men took their turn pulling it towards their chest and then releasing as it was pulled away from them. The first stroke forced the teeth of the saw deeper into William. The small area of his anus was split in two and blood poured down his back and over his chest. His scrotal sack came apart with relative ease, but the sound of one of William’s testicle’s popping forced his eyes open in pain and the crowd grimaced. A few in the front row took steps backwards.

William’s eyes closed once more as he wished for an end, spittle ran from his mouth and sweat dripped to the ground below his head.

The men on either end of the saw put more weight behind each stroke as they struggled to saw through the William’s pelvic bone. Vibrations ran from the teeth up through the wooden handle of the saw and one of the men took his calloused hands away and spit on them to create a better grip.

The bleeding young man could feel vibrations echo all the way to the tip of his skull. He clenched his teeth through the pain. Only moans escaped. Once both men were back in stride on the saw, the ropes strapped to William’s legs strained as his legs buckled in without the support of the pelvic bone.

Sweat beads stood out on the men on the saw, yet they continued.

The saw found easier progress biting through the boy’s bowels, which loosed some excrement that slid down his front where it stuck in his nostrils and stung his eyes. The teeth of the saw enjoyed easy passage through the intestines, liver and one of the thinner ribs. The stench of bile forced some in the crowd to cover their nose and mouths with handkerchiefs. It dripped towards the William’s head, mixing with shit and the steady flow of blood. When the saw was almost within range of the boy’s heart the mayor’s voice rang out.

“Do you repent and admit to your fellowship with the devil?”

One of the boy’s lungs had been punctured and each time he tried to breath, much of it escaped through the unnatural hole in the lung. William opened his mouth to the expectant looks from the town’s people. The men working the saw stopped.

William’s lips parted and he could taste shit as it snuck into the corners of his mouth. The juice from his popped testicle had traveled down like a raindrop on a pane of glass and had come to rest on his lips. The blood that remained in his body had rushed to his head and kept him conscious for this exercise in pain. And through the flecks of shit in his mouth and on his tongue, through the stench of his own urine and the juices of his halved organs, the boy might have begged for his life, admitted to his crimes or he might he cursed all those in attendance. But the last thing the mayor, the men paused on the saw, the eager townsfolk and William’s parents ever saw, was the slightest smile touch the young man’s lips before death finally came for him.

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