>>11188017With Fiend's horrible laughter filling her ears, Becky moaned, closed her eyes, and tried to turn her head away, but Ramblin' Rabbit held her head firmly and screamed in her ear "WATCH, THE MAN! HA-HA-HA!!" Her eyes popped open and she saw Tortura holding the scalpel near her stomach. "NO!!! NO!! OH GOD NO!! DON'T!! PLEASE NO NO NO NOOOOOOO!!! AAAAHHH!!! AAAIIIEEE!!!" Tortura carefully made a pair of parallel cuts about an inch apart, delicately slicing through all the layers of Becky's skin. Becky's shrieked in agony as he cut. He then connected on end of the cuts with another slice. He then used the scalpel to loosen the very end of the cut so her could grab the skin with a pair of pliers. He waited until Becky's screams died down to pitiful whimpers. He then chanted, "Becky! Look down here!" Ramblin' Rabbit held her head so she couldn't turn away, and she looked with horror filled eyes at Tortura, holding the end of the flap of skin with the pliers. "OH GOD NO!!!" cried Becky, and then pain the likes of which she couldn't believe possible tore through her stomach, for Tortura began to pull, and pulled the flap of skin off with quick jerks. Becky screamed and screamed and screamed. Once Tortura had removed the skin, he covered the exposed flesh with a painful, but effective, antiseptic to prevent too much infection. Then he let Becky rest for a few moments, to regain some of her strength for the next ordeal.
Tortura took a pair of pliers and the soldering iron and went to the end of the table, where Becky's pretty feet were bound and helpless, ready for whatever torture was prepared for them. Tortura began to stroke her feet and play with her toes. Becky began to twitch her feet and wiggle her toes, trying to move them away from Tortura's hands. Tortura grabbed her left foot and held it firmly. Becky began to gasp, breaths coming in short bursts as she tried to brace herself for whatever horror was to come.
