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We pulled her station wagon into the alleyway between the two buildings. "Howdid you ever find this place? I wanted to know. Deb tossed her head, her blondehair going everywhere. "I know a guy into the rave scene." That wasenough. The ravers are always one step ahead of the police. "Well, yousee one warehouse, you've seen them all."

We crunched our way up to the stark building, its unremarkable metal doorrusting at the hinges.

"OK, let's go in, and do one final checklist. I'm ready,"

And she was. Debbie Matenopoulos was wired, confident, strong, and boy ohboy! Excited. "Hey, hey hey," I reminded her. "Careful now,we can't get too sure of ourselves, I don't want any mistakes. Not with this,this is big." I let her know. "Oh, Mark," she chided, "Youthink I haven't stayed awake every night for a month, not paying attentionto details?" I was sure she had. "Ahem, sweetie, and I'm not callingyou that as a downer. You've got more going for you than a certain three ofour little party. Its just ...I don't want to see the delightful Miss M gettingsnuffed herself, courtesy of the state of New York. Just take it steady." Shegave me that "its my party" look and a pout of her lips. Oh, well.Let's get this snuff show on the road.

My mouth dropped open in surprise.

The added curtains were one thing, but the game-show wheel! Impressive. "Ilike it," "I knew you would, one of the studio grunts got it forus. You like the drapes?" "Sure do, but why?" Debbie droppedher stringing out of extension cords. She walked over to me and patted my shoulder. "Honey,if it were YOUR last night on Earth, wouldn't you want to be looking at curtains,instead of these grey walls?" "Maybe," I sighed. "But Idon't think that I would, or they will, be entertaining thoughts of the surroundingdecor, do you? The vanity troupe is going to have other things on their minds." "Whatever," Oh,that phrase. The ultimate, minimalists dream of a dismissal. How brief. Howtrifling. How aloof. And you know what? It fit the night perfectly. "Yeah," Iagreed. "Whatever."

Debbie's station wagon was soon joined by a small van.

A tall brown-haired dude looking to be in his early thirties came trudgingover. "Well," looking our building up and down, "we got themall. Bud is about ten minutes behind me. Damn SJ put up a kicking brawl, butthe chloroform got her in the end." Debbie made a face. "Jim, whatabout the others? Any trouble?" "Nah. Barbara fell asleep first,Lisa was the last," "Yeah, probably because she's the youngest ofthe bunch." I came over to the two of them. "Younger, I bet meansplenty of entertainment, eh Jimmy?" Jimmy turned a little red, then adjustedhimself, trying to be discrete, and not entirely succeeding. "Ah, yeah,I've had unholy thoughts over her, man." I thought as much. "Ok,Ok," Debbie crowed. "Let's get the equipment in here." I hadtemporarily forgotten about the equipment. Damn, that would take at least--thenI heard the other vehicle arrive. "Yeah, here we go, its happening!" Jimwas just about jumping up and down, and Deb was right with him. "Now thatBud's here, it'll be a helluva lot easier."

Whereas Jimmy was your typical J Crew-wearing tall mezomorph, his companionBud, well, Bud was quite a different story. Bud was one of those walking refrigerator-shapedguys who never asked how heavy an object was. If it needed moving, all Budwould ask was, "where ya want it?" Bud was two inches smaller thanJim, but I'd say double his weight? Yeah, double. And not an ounce of it wassoft. So, we brought out and stowed a large oven, some really nifty photographer'slights, a chest freezer, and plenty of binding cords and tethers. Before theclocks in the town struck midnight, we'd be needing it all.

We all straightened from our efforts in those various ways--we brushed off,smoothed wrinkles in clothing, rubbed hands, shuffled our feet; anything toput off the main event. And yet, we knew we couldn't, not for much longer. "Oh,God," Jimmy wailed. "You guys ready?" Bud inquired. "Thisis it," Deb flatly stated. For her, that was serious. I shook my head. "Let'sget to it, that stuff won't last. And we all had better be real good with ourboy scout sheep-shanks and half-hitches." I felt a lump in my throat--asI knew the others did. "One, two, three, let's go," I turned andmade for the door. "You did bring the hospital gurnies? I hope?" Debbiehalf-asked half recited. "Yup," I said. "They fold up, likelawn chairs, these models are neat." "Good, I want to touch them,ah, ... as little as I have to." "Me too," Jim answered.

We brought in, one by one comatose woman, after woman.

"Its incredible," Jim commented.

He'd never seen people posed and manipulated, while still asleep. We boundthem all into chairs, one rope across the chest to keep them supported, theneach leg and each arm got tied very securely. "Now, let's set up the table,and after that ... it begins. Bud was setting up the lights. "How is itthat this place has gas and electric, no one's using it." he wondered.Jim gave him a sideways glance and said rather guiltily, "Oh, I turnedon the utilities from out there in the alley. All the buildings around herehave exposed meters. It was easy."

Debbie was positioning the table, a nice imposing one--in full command ofthe still unconcious women. "There we go, looks real homey," shesmiled.

It was an evil smile.

"Home was never like this." I scolded.

Jim was curious. "I wonder what their first words will be when theywake up?" "I hope not Where Am I? Maybe something more unhinged." Iwas thinking the same thing. "It'll be different for each one, I bet." Budasked, "how we gonna wake them up, anyway?" Debbie was ready forthe answer to that one. "I gotta nice big bottle of amonia cleaner, righthere." she proclaimed loudly, "and I'm gonna use it right now!"

Before I could guess her action, let alone stop it, she stood upon a chairand yelled for all the building to hear; "I christen thee Debbie's View!" CRASH!She hurled the bottle against the back wall of the room. Of course, it shatteredin a million pieces, sending liquid everywhere. "What have you done?" Ishouted. "We'll never clear that amonia out of here!" Jim yelped. "Oh,relax, that was spring water. I said I was gonna use the amonia, I never saidthat that was it." She reached under the table, and brought out the name-brandstandby for the kitchen floor. "Now, this--" she waved it ominouslyat the droopy focus of our evening, "this is it."

"What, what's going on?" a sleepy Meredith Vieira mumbled. AfterDebbie delivered a snootful to Joy Behar there was heard a "why am, isthis, I'm sitting up?" Not even a complete sentence, damn! "Oh, mywhat is this?" That was Lisa Ling. "I feel funny, who's there? Well,better. That was Barbara. "What the fucks goin' on, who tied me up?" Ah,that was Star Jones. And she, like her fellow lecturers to the housewife set,was not happy.

I elbowed Debbie in the ribs to hide from their sight until the surpriseof their situation hit them all. Reluctantly, she did as I asked. "Hello,ladies." I began; "This is your captain speaking. Or more precisely,your judge, jury and umm hmmm, executioner." Star perked up at that. "whothe hell are you?" "Very nice, Star, succinct, direct, authoratative.I like that." She glared at me, testing the bonds that held her fast. "I'ma lawyer, and---" I cut her off with a finger. She knew the gesture verywell. "And Meredith, the moderator of our little group. Such a haughtylittle jap," I flicked a few drops more of the amonia in her general direction. "You'reanti-semitic!" she crowed. "Oh, please, that tired old thing? Truthis anti-semitic. Hardly, I can think of twenty women I'd like to acquaint withthe sweet kiss of the axe--and only two are of your persuasion. No, dear. Itsyour excuse for a talkshow; that's why you're all here." I moved on toBarbara Walters, who maintained a neutral expression. "Well, Barbara,care to interview me?" She was stone silent, wow! I couldn't believe this.Just then Joy spoke up. "This isn't funny. All right, this has gone farenough! Release us, this minute!" I was diverted from Barbara for a moment. "You'reabsolutely right, this isn't the least bit funny." I eyed Star, who couldn'tresist spitting at me. I gave her a venomous look as a reply. "But, you'reabsolutely wrong on your other point. This hasn't gone anywhere near, far enough."

Lisa Ling was really dealing with this well--keeping a mask of Asian composure.I was gratified, knowing full well that this would be a truly exotic littlenut to crack.

And so, I began, as the other two guys kept well back in the shadows. "Foryour crimes of male-bashing, homophobic rantings, incessant preaching and analysisof fluff topics, the lowering of TV standards for a show---. America's gagreflex will never be the same. Oh, and that stunt of not merely firing oneof your own, but worse! You turned it into a public humiliation. Anything tosay now?" I waited for a response. There was a flurry of yipping and swearingand snuffling. Then, amid the hen-fest, Barbara spoke up. "We all knowpeople in very high places. You will be up for kidnapping, assault, and ...and you'll never get away with this." I expected more of that tripe fromStar Jones. I wasn't disappointed. The Gynosaurus spoke. ... "I'm a NewYork lawyer, and you'll be held accountable, and anyone with you will be broughtup on charges." That was better. I waved to Debbie, still hiding, andgetting antsy. "This isn't my personal vendetta, oh no! May I present--Ladies, This Is Your Life!" Out popped Debbie, teeth bared. "Morelike; This is your funeral, all of you!" Meredith began to sob. Barbarabegan to cry. Star's heavy coat of makeup was falling apart. "You!" yelledBarbara. "Yeah, me." Debbie shot back. "I've been planning thissince last year." Lisa Ling's face fell, at last. She knew that Debbieheld her in real disfavour, being her replacement. "And you," turningto her; "you can't even shine my shoes. I don't care how many awards Cosmogives you, you sucked in that Old Navy commercial. Cargo pants are worse thanDockers, so there!" Debbie turned to me, her features vibrating with anticipation. "Let'sget this little picnic going, huh?" I nodded in agreement. All five captivewomen fell silent--a real first.

Debbie was at my side now. Jim and Bud were really itching to go. We toldthem they weren't involved, but we'd make sure they got some great pics ofwhat was to come. With that, they rocketed away, within two minutes the soundsof burning tires could be heard. "OK, let me explain this. Barbara, you'llappreciate this one, being a real TV veteran and all. This is the "WHEELOF MISFORTUNE," and Debbie is more than happy to turn the letters forme. Now, here's what she's worked her little heart out to accomplish." Ibent and planted a nice one on her left cheek. She smiled. "You're veryappreciated, and it can only get better." "Yeah, I've been fantasizingalmost every night, just what and how its going to happen to each of them." Idrew the bound women's attention to the wheel. "Now, there are all sortsof letters and numbers on the wheel. Each one matches exactly, the numbersand letters on this list. This list is a compilation of all the popular snufftechniques taken from the web's snuff community. We have everything here--frombeing nailed to a cross, to drowning, gutting, raping, the death of a thousandcuts." I gazed around at the five celebs, letting my words sink in. Iwas looking for weakness. I tried some little taunts--just to make the dambust wide open. Hey, Joy. "Don't you ever wear dresses? What, were youborn in J.C. Penney pants suits? Yuck." She growled obscenities at me.It was going well. I turned to Star, who was really doing a slow burn. "Didanyone ever tell you girl, you look like Al Sharpton in drag." She screamedcracker curses to the ceiling. Barbara gave her a stern look. "Hey, don'tstart that crap," I left them to jeer at Meredith Vieira. "Hmm, don'tyou believe in underwear? Ever?" Joy Behar wasn't taking any of Star'sshit. "You yeast-ridden bitch! Shut up. And you kinda do look like--" "Yeah,well at least I don't look like a cheap Bette Midler retread!" Now fourout of five girls were all bitching and trying to work loose from their ropes. "Oh,cat fight," called Debbie, she was snapping pics. "Yeah, and there'sso many great ways to skin a kitty." Lisa Ling wasn't participating inthe verbal abuse. She was confining herself to crying and shaking violently.

"OK, Miss Matenopoulos you may decide the fate of prisoner number one." Istepped from in front of the wheel. Debbie could barely contain herself. Shemanhandled the wheel, and sent it whirling. Tick tick tick. "Hmmm, Meredith,remind you of sixty minutes?" As the wheel ground slowly to a stop, anumber crawled into visibility. Number two, Meredith Vieira. Its you!" Debbiechortled. Meredith turned white. Now I took up the wheel and gave it a roll,to determine Meredith's style of execution. A letter D appeared. "Oh no!" Iexclaimed. "We have ta roll again." The letter D is for duelling. "Youmean, she gets a partner?" I sighed. "Looks like, and we both agreedthat it was to be pure chance, the decision of the wheel is final.

"Oh, nuts, that's one less good snuff, if we have to use two together." Meanwhilethe women were turning paler with each passing minute. With a nudge, I sentthe wheel out once more on its journey. Up came a three. "OO, that's JoyBehar." Debbie was elated. It was just as well, I pointed out to all ofthem. Both of you are close in age. Now, we must contrive a compound snufffor this. I didn't think we'd need swords. Hmmm. I was thinking. "We haveto use stuff already here," Debbie reminded me. I had an idea. "Whatare you doing?" I spun the wheel of misfortune, and a 4 came up--thatwas Star Jones. "Well my little chocolate minx," I purred in herear. Let's see in what form the grim reaper comes for you." "Youpiece o'shit. You'll pay for this." She was losing her temper. I spunthe wheel, paying attention this time, to its letters. I wrung my hands withglee. "Ah, look Deb. An R!" "What's sat, what's sat?" Starbellowed. I crept over to the frantic forty-year old. "Hmm, you've justturned the big 4-0 this past March, right? Well, you're to be roasted. Aha,a nice, plump, Perdue oven-stuffer." I spied the makeup at that point.I gave Deb a look. "We'd better start her first, we'll have to marinateand scrub that foundation and crud off her. "I can do that," Debbieannounced, "you decide and prep the other two. Then the three of themwill die together--and Lisa and Barb can watch." There was a gurglinghiccup from Star Jones, she must've been envisioning her fate. "Soundslike a plan," I agreed.

Lisa Ling was screaming now.

"No, you're serious?"

What had she been thinking all this time? "Hey darling, this ain't ChannelOne anymore." I sternly admonished her. "No, and after I put togethersomething for these two--you're gonna be next."

That shut her up--or at least I thought it did.

Lisa decided upon a horrendous scream campaign, to hopefully summon help,or at the very least, distract us. Debbie began going at her with major slappageto the face. Still she kept howling. Oh, what lungs. "I don't know ifthis will help, but--" I grabbed a large utility knife, and Lisa frozewhen she saw the blade glinting. "Oh, no!" "Oh, shut up, itisn't for you, just your clothes." I had the idea that if I relieved Lisaof all her clothes, she'd be so mortified and indignant that's she'd crumble.As I began shredding her blouse, I saw it. She had a belly ring. "So,you like piercing, eh?" Debbie was almost drooling now, eyeing me.

"You're not gonna--!"

Yes I was, I thought.

I reached for the ring, and ripped.

Oh no! This reactivated an entire new repertoir of ululations, very highbird-like keening was now coming from Lisa Ling's throat.

"Oh, shit, Debbie, please start on Star there.

Once you've cut her panty shields off, cram them down Lisa's throat tillI can get to her. Thank you."

I went to the adjoining rooms of the abandoned warehouse, and tried to makesense of what was there. I had to create something, mutually degrading andfatal. There was a huge bale of razor wire. Nice start! Boat-rope metal shelfbraces, bolsters for footons or some kind of foam furniture. Yipes, I saw twohuge fluorescent tubes--they had to be four feet long. An old tricycle, wherethe hell did that come from? Mortar, plaster, all sorts of goodies. A planwas slowly beginning to take shape.

Debbie kept swinging a cinderblock at Star Jones, but the lucky bitch wasveering and weaving. Even when the cement block hit home, she still didn'tgo to sleep. With having had just about enough of that, she remembered thechloroform. Grabbing a piece of Lisa's cut-up blouse, she held her breath,and uncorked it. She soaked the cloth, closed the bottle, and ran over to thetied woman. "Nighty night you brown cow," she exhaled. and slappedthe soaked cloth over Star's face. Ferocious to the last, she tried to biteher through it. Then she drooped. "Well, finally."

Barbara Walters was horror-struck.

She looked on, as Debbie untied Jones, and let her fall heavily and noisilyto the floor. "Now, where to begin." Debbie hoisted the load of deadweight onto one of the gurnies they'd wheeled their charges in on. She trundleddown the hall to a room they'd set up as a kitchen. She just KNEW it wouldcome in handy. Deb cut off every ounce of clothing from the snoring Star. Thenshe began scrubbing all the makeup off. Now, the fun part. Not having muchskill with one, Debbie picked up a razor--and began shaving the larger woman.She didn't worry too much about the hair on Star's head--actually, she needen'thave, for it was just one of many of Star's tackie wigs. . Concentrating onthe lower body, she did the pits and pussy. "Oh boy, somebody's gonnaget lucky tonight with a thick muscular cunt steak." she stated softly.She wondered how one would taste.

"Hey, Mark! I could use a little help here."

I finished my apparatus and scurried off to see what was happening. I pokedmy head into the make-shift kitchen, and was greeted by two women. One wasstanding, smiling at her work. The other was her work. "whew, all niceand oven-ready, great job." "Thanks. I need help trussing her up.If she got out now, she'd be a big fat piece of evidence against us." Ididn't need to mull over that one. "Well then, let us prepare to roastan atourrney."

We'd raided two stores on the way over--that was why we chose the stationwagon. I brought out my trusty Gin-Su, and began slicing into the still formof Star Jones. I was really new at this, but I did manage to identify her liver,intestines, and a bunch of other junk I knew she would no longer need. "Oh,don't ask me to sew that mess shut," Debbie quailed. "Nah, why bother.We're not presenting her to Julia Child or anything." I located an officestapler, and began cachunk, cachunk, cachunking Star's body closed. "Itscrude, but hey, it works," I winked at her. At this point, the massiveinternal assault I had just staged began cutting through her chloro-haze. Painwas shooting through her, and she was rising back to a waking state. "Great,let's gag and tie her good." I commanded. We had to hurry. We crossedher legs, duct taped and bound her ankles. Like a roasting game bird, we pinnedthe doomed woman's arms behind her back. That should do it.

So, together, one on each side, we wheeled the prepped gyno-meat out intofull view of the four waiting soon-to-be snuffees. We were greeted with howlsand shrieks. Meredith started throwing up. Joy began chewing at her ropes.Very nice entertainment. "Well, everyone, what do you think. Within, I'dsay, two hours, you're going to smell something unique. Pork roast, that isn'tquite pork roast. We're a-cooking up a New York lawyer barbecue.

Debbie began gagging the four.

"They're giving me a headache, and I wanna enjoy every minute of this," Shebegan stuffing ripped clothing into their mouths. "Just make sure youdon't shove too much, too far down. We want them still breathing." "Iknow, I've read up on this real good," She raised her eyebrows "doyou know how many groups, clubs and websites are devoted to this?" "Awhole lot, I can't even begin to guess." With that accomplished, Debbiefollowed me into the other room. "What have you--? Oh, my God, it lookslike a huge swingset, its so big!" "It has to be. It must supporttwo struggling women. Speaking of which, let's go get them now.

We dragged both Joy Behar and Meredith Vieira, chairs and all, down the halland into their final residence.

"Oo, oo, so go ahead, do the announcer thing," Deb was rubbingher pussy now, growing wet with hot anticipation. "Woa girl, I knew youwanted revenge, but oh, I never dreamed--!" "Shut up, just explainit, and turn it on, or whatever, I ... I need this!" "Your wish ismy command. I don't want to be responsible for a desperately dripping debbie.hahaha!" She punched out at me for that one, I stuck out my tongue ather--then addressed the contraption; along with its hapless victims.

"OK, what this looks like is a huge swingset. That's more true thanyou know." I had an idea. "Be right back." After much scrapingand grunting, Debbie saw me return with Lisa Ling and Barbara Walters, chairbound.I had dragged them down the hall. "You don't wanna have them miss this,do you?" Oh, Star's oven is preheated now. Shall we?" "Let's!"

So, we left four women, and a ghastly machination, alone in that room whilewe both attended to Star's culinary debut into the world. "Oven door open." Ibegan cramming the writhing form into the oven's open maw. Oh, the heat wasexcruciating. "Nothing compared to the heat she's about to feel." Itook one look back, "um, we could still stop this. They'd all be traumatized,but--" "Damn it, they fucked me over! Publicly, remember? No dice!That's final." Shoving me aside, Debbie Matenopoulos kicked the open door,slamming it closed with a resounding metallic CACHUNK! Then she hotly marchedout of the room, ready for more carnage. I smiled. So was I.

"OK, now, where were we?"

She poked my ass with her fist.

I wasn't about to argue with that Greek temper.

"Hey, OK, here it is.

A lot of this mess is hanging from beams and the ceiling fan, I didn't exactlyhave an industrial welder to use. On the left here, are two steel cables. Eachone is quite capable of supporting the weight of our ex-View celebs here.

Now, first off, we hang both of them up to dry, Marquis-style by these cables." Debbielooked around at all the other components to the asortment. "What's thisgiant hollow thing? Looks like a tunnel, made like a huge slinky." "Yougot it, that stuff's the sharpest razor wire you've ever seen. I mean, theymust have wanted to keep everything and everyone imaginable out of here. So,once the women are hung up, we fit them with all of this nice foam rubber stuff,used for furniture. Then the surprise begins. Its all in the design. "Andthese swinging metal things? Ick! Looks like a nightmare demon's toy mobile." "Oh,its a nightmare, for sure. But no toy you'd want around. You'll see it work,very soon."

So, after a small snoot of chloroform, both Meredith Vieira and Joy Beharwere securely cuccooned in nice, cuddley apulstery innards. This was for areason. Then, together, we hoisted them up, and into, one mad set of cableand lethal wire. At once, both women began to gently swing and spin. "Oh,it works! Its beautiful!" cried Debbie.

"OK, now that that's done, let's finish doling out our last two snuffsentences." I sniffed, what, already? "I do believe I smell the beginning,er, I mean, the end of one Nubian loudmouth."

"Yeah, me to."

We filed back to the room occupied by the wheel of misfortune. I spun, andgot Barbara. Debbie spun, and got, who else? Lisa. Now came the letters. Neitherone of us knew what the branded victims would receive. That was half the fun.Twice, the wheel spun. Twice, the wheel marked the final destiny of a woman,very familiar to the television public. The public had no way of knowing, however,the hideous, fate doled out to both of them. Such knowledge could freeze thesoul.

As Star, surrounded by both heat and steel, quietly sizzled, Joy and Meredithslowly crept back, for one brief, final time, into the world of the living.This felt funny, Joy was disoriented. She was drifting, floating? Hanging?Something was really odd--Meredith was laying or sprawled, or something; uphill?This wasn't a hammock, what w--ow!" she bolted into awareness. Somethingstung her. As her body was startled it sent an answering shriek of pain intoJoy's body. Now both women were awake--and oh yes! Their gags had been removed.But why? Why would they--? Meredith reached out, or tried to, and felt hot,fire! Then she smelled it! "Help, fire, I'm .. we're on fire! A femalevoice, oo that bitch Debbie--. No, you're not, only that foam rubber you'rewearing." She laughed.

It was true, it was burning!

That awful smell!

Why was, oh, her hair was gonna burn too!

She shrieked to Joy. "We're on fire, its this stuff all over us!" Joywas feeling achey, all rotten from being knocked out, now this, what was ...?Then she felt the flames. It was burning now, shriveling on their skin--meltingand dripping hot torture from hell itself! Oh, God, stop this, we're--oof!A big molten chunk of burning furniture-stuffing settled onto her open mouthas she tried to scream. She tried to blow it out, she couldn't breathe right.They had confined her in ... something. She didn't have time to guess what.She groaned, spat! She hurled the noxious liquifying ember away with her tongue,and yes! actually succeeded! It was gone; but then the shock of realizationhit her like a sledgehammer! She began to cry. Sobs wracked her entire body--forher tongue had been seared beyond repair! Her tastebuds, her media voice--allgone. Gone forever! As the remainder of the stuffing burned on, she just didn'tcare. Let it happen, let her body shut down. It was over. Joy's gut-renchingcries of prayer went unanswered, for it was not over yet. Not nearly so.

Meredith was having similar problems, the devil's very heat was scarringher for life--she was sure of it. She wasn't too far off. Smoking mad hot polymerwas burning allright, and its course was taking it down, down into whateverwas holding her fast. It kept burning, and as it did so, it began searing hernaked breasts underneath! Now, Meredith Vieira began to scream. She let loosereal throat-rippers that could have shattered the most expensive crystal. Ofcourse, there was no crystal. There was no help--no rescue from this, this...Oh God! Now what have they done?" Meredith began feeling somethingelse! What more was there? Soon, the shrieking pain of her second-degree burnedbreasts was interrupted by a sharp, biting something! Inhaling deeply, shenearly gagged on the fumes still lingering. However, small mercy--the stuffinghad all burned away. Small mercy? Very small; for that nice, comfy insulation,enshrouding both women, had been put there for a reason.

For now, on top of relentless, demonic burning, there came a digging, knifinginvasion! What was it? Craning her neck, Meredith glanced over to see Joy cryingand screaming as well. They were both ensnared, entangled in some kind of metal--!Then she knew! She met Joy's eyes, she couldn't use her hands to show her.Joy followed the look, and was struck dumbfounded! She had a lump in her throat,that threatened to expand into her very heart and lungs. That insulation wasthe only thing protecting them from the Satanic, ripping razor-wire. It wascoiled around them both--in series. If they moved, tried to touch one another,or shook, it would cut them apart. Joy and Meredith both frantically lookedabout. They both soon wished they hadn't. For, there were Debbie and myself,smiling, waiting, watching the hitherto unnoticed blood, just beginning topuddle upon the filthy floor under them.

"Hello," I called to Joy.

"Congratulations! You've survived the burning."

Debbie turned to Meredith.

Would you like some water? Just come and get it."

Both women roared, forgetting themselves and their predicament for the moment.It didn't last--as they fought to furiously get at us, tiny violations eruptedon both their skins from a hundred places. "Mark, could you please passthe salt?" She kissed me. "You read my mind." Debbie was ashard and as brutal as I. It was so incredibly stimulating. As her manecuredhand flung the first volley of salt at Joy, she began humming the theme toThe View. Then her voice was drowned out by the horrific shrieks. Meredith,fearing the worst, yet unable to imagine just what could possibly be worsethan her present situation, didn't have long to ponder the question. Like scatheinglightning, more intense than the burning napam of the liquifying foam rubber--this... whatever-it-was! sent bone-crushing pain messages from a hundred partsof her body! Her brain lit up like the Fourth of July, threatening to overloadfrom the incoming pain signals! It was, it ... was, salt! "You bastards!" Theywere salting her and Joy, every time the razor wire punctured and ripped themup, salt was there. Each time the sticky ooze of her bleeding tried to carryit away, salt was there! Too much salt! The now-thousand myriad bleeding cutscouldn't even begin to dilute the mind-scorching assault! The blood soon realized,as did the two doomed women, that SALT DISSOLVES! And so, suspended some fivefeet above the floor, a floor fast pooling with their own blood, two womendescended into the innermost regions of Hell. The razor wire cut, and cut;deeper. Gravity was pulling the women down, the women's own mass was sendingthis monsterous metal invasion; this abrading, tearing intrusion inward--anddownward.

As Debbie and I watched, sipping Pepsi together, the women descended, lower,lower, and lower; a true monument to the torturous combination of hanging andcutting. Joy and Meredith payed a terrible price for slowly, finally, havingtheir feet touch the ground, for there is no God in Snuffland.

The slack which each woman had achieved was given to them when all that razor-wirepierced them through and through. For a time, their vital organs were spared;but the odds of the cosmos can not be beaten indefinitely. The spectacularresult of this now lay on the bloody floor, in front of the wild eyes of BarbaraWalters and Lisa Ling. They knew, with deadly earnest, that they would soonbe next. For there, within three feet of them, lay two quivering, roughly humanoid-lookingred, seeping lumps. For all intents and purposes, the two fine women; friends,co-workers, were dead. Mentally, both their brains had received too much pain--toomany messages. It was as if a burning heart of a blazing sun, a sun which onlythey could see, a sun meant to power their own shared private Hell, had searedthrough their nervous systems, much like the salt and wire had done to theirexteriors. As a slow end, their minds unraveled into white noise. Their bodiesdrained into lifelessness as well. Within two minutes, or perhaps an eternity,even the quivering stopped.

Oblivious to this twin horror outside, Star was having a panic attack--anda few other real problems as well. She awoke to intense heat, and her bodysizzling all around her. Her first thought was "I'm in a car trunk, ora coffin. Those white pickle-dicks have buried me alive. She felt around, andupon severely burning her fingers realized where she was. She began kickingwildly. She tried to get her knees up, for one great gorilla kick when ...what the f..! Her right knee went through her tummy. No, not through, into.Where was all of her---her insides. She found the somewhat, relatively speaking,cooler regions for her burned hands, she clasped her stomach and chest. Thenshe found a new horror to pile upon the already mounting terror, threateningto claw her mind apart. Her midsection felt ... different! She knew her ownfigure, of course she did! And this? this was wrong, somehow! They'd shovedher into an oven or furnace. OK, that was a given. Now, be logical, what wouldthey have done to ...? What would feel like this? She probed around, and feltstaples. At that moment, hissing steam and wetness whistled out from withinher hollowed gut. Staples flew, pinging and bouncing off of the oven walls.Her sliced skin, with no constraint, flopped open like a badly-made stuffedtortilla! As the oven grew hotter around her, her very flesh beginning to seriouslycook, Star knew what they had done. They'd gutted her like a fish! In reactionto this revelation, she howled. She kicked. She was gonna punish that oven,rip it apart. Star was taking in monumental gulps of air--very hot air. Thismeant that now, along with her body, the moist tissue of her lungs began tosaute, as well. She knew then, as her screams were robbed of their amunition,that this was it. The bastards had won. They probably were ruining her fourfriends at this very moment. She gave in to the relentless onslaught of theinferno. As she began to close in around herself, the searing pain actuallybegan to diminish! She thought, this must be almost like freezing to death--theyalways say you feel warmer toward the end.

She laughed.

Her heart was in the right place.

She loved working with her friends.

She wished them a speedy end.

She wished.

She smiled.

Stunned beyond comprehension, the two remaining live women of The View waitedlike zombies--like the condemned souls of the damned, they sat, petrified,unmoving. I motioned to Debbie, to prepare for the dispatching of the finaltwo. She slowly nodded, looking toward the pile of items remaining. She wonderedwhat I could come up with from all that. "We have a little conflict here," Isaid. The letters that came up on the wheel stood for rape and cannibalism.Now, here's the rub. I myself, want nothing to do with chopping, cooking oreating that 71-year-old grandma there. OK, so, if rape is for Lisa Ling, thenthe edibilia is for Barbara, right? I don't want a tough stewing hen--forgetit. "Well, you can't rape Barbara just to make food out of Lisa." Bythis time, I was confused. "Great, we can't do this. The one we wannaeat leaves us with one we do not want to rape. And if the one we want as foodis given the fatal rape card, then we are denied decent girl-meat. Oh shit!Now what?" I thought of going right in there, and spinning the wheel twomore times. "already did that, while you were disposing of the two carcasses.Up came drowning and another for cannibalism. The gods are angry." I wasn'tready to give up. Then the unexpected intervened. "Debbie, get over here,I can help you." Wonder of wonders. Debbie frowned, what did this bitchhope to gain?" Barbara Wawa was trying to cop a deal. Who wouldn't? Now,I was curious. We wheeled Barbara's chair, with her still tied in it, downthe hall, away from Lisa Ling. "What's the big idea? What could you possibly--?" Barbarawas full of strength now--completely composed. "Now wait just a minute.Its bad enough you want to off my young colleague in there, but not me. I don'tcare what happens, its not going to be me. I khnow things, and can get things." "Whatcan you possibly offer as a bargaining chip, Barbara?" I asked her.

"Oh, please, I know the media inside and out. I know who runs the country,the banks. I can also get you somebody the world wants to see snuffed--hasfor a long time. More than me, really." Debbie and I exchanged looks,we weren't sure. "We're um, kinda in trouble if we let you go, you know?We just shredded Vieira, sliced and diced Behar, and cooked Jones to a crisp.We can't let you go now. It would have to be something so big--!" Shewas right. I began to turn my back and walk out when I heard... "Stop! "Foropeners, I don't even know where this place is. Next, I'll prove myself, I'lldo in that youngster in there for you! Listen, finally , I'll give over toyou the decade's best snuff prize ever. Think about it!" I stopped, deadin my tracks. Why was this happening? It would have been so easy. Debbie washaving second thoughts as well--along with third and fourth. "A, you meanyou'll do Lisa in, for us?" This was the ultimate--if Barbara did that,she'd be as guilty as we were. Debbie put it to me. "Do we trust her?I wanna know who's the snuff of the decade? Who does the world hate so muchthat...?" "One thing. I won't let her suffer, I'll snuff Lisa, thengive you my mystery victim. And I go free, that's all I want. We will nevercross paths again. And I'm sorry about the View firing you, Debbie." Wow!We were both struck with surprise. We slowly agreed. I located my good oldGin-su and freed Barbara. "Now, who is the unlucky guy, if it is a guy?" "Goodguess. I'll give you, delivered to a place of your own choosing---Geraldo Rivera!Or as we insiders know him "Jerry Rivers". With that, she walkedinto the next room.

We watched from just outside the door.

"I've bargained and won. We're getting dressed and out of here."

"What did you promise them?"

"I'm gonna give them Geraldo!, isn't that a kick?"

"But they're monsters, they killed three of us, you can't--" LisaLing was talking fast now, hastily talking through her shock and dread. Barbarawas faster. She punched the young girl's temples out with the very same cinderblockDebbie had tried to subdue Star with, earlier. This time, it worked. Neverknowing what hit her, Lisa went down--and never rose again.

We stood there, stunned.

"You did it!" we both said in unison.

"Hey, you may not like me much, but I always keep my word. Except maybeto Susanne Sawyer and maybe to Larry King, that dried up old turd. Now, let'sget some stovetop action going."

Still in a state of utter speechlessness, we both moved numbly, from roomto room. We gathered up the various items Barbara requested. Within ten minutes,a huge institutional-size grill was firing up. "OK, kids," yeah,I guess at 71, she had the right to call us that. Let's consider the fencesmended, huh?" She made the first slice, drawing the sharp blade silentlydown the girl's abdomen. "We call it even. I walk out of here, you getGeraldo, and we all three of us, are about to make Bennihana here." Shesmiled, quite authentic really. "How appropriate, that's good, Bennihana." "Yeah,it fits," She began over a large sink-sized tub. "All the bad stuff,we just throw out." She looked over her shoulder at us while she workedover the still-warm body. "I just wanted to spare her the rape--she didn'tdeserve that. This is quicker." Wow, she had Lisa gutted in six minutesflat. We could smell the olive oil heating. Debbie chopped garlic and ginger.Barbara sliced, paper-thin Lisa medallions. "Pity we can't do tempura,she's so fresh, she'd be a natural!"

"Barbara, pardon me, but, I can't help but think; I mean wonder," Istuddered over my words. "Uh huh, that, like, maybe I've done this before?Now, whatever gave you that idea?" With that, Barbara flipped her formercolleague over, and began assessing the plump little butt. "Ah, tenderloin,sirloin, steak, chops, and if you two are really good, and give me a ride backto New York city, I'll braise you a pussy steak, better than anything you cansaute here tonight. Its really delicious with white wine and a touch of cilantro.Believe me, I know!"

Now remember," Barbara called, as she exited the station wagon; callmeon my cell number," We were both groaning, we were so stuffed--girlmeat is so rich. I kissed Debbie's nose, and she chomped on my ear. "Willdo," I yelled, over the car engine. Barbara Walters winked, as a smallgroup of people came into view. "Don't forget now! I've got this fantastic' steak, I'll keep it frozen for a special occasion! And if "Jerry" makesan appearance, as I'm sure he will, that should be special enough! With hislatest work about to end, the poor thing's desperate. Let's the three of us,help him out!" She waved bye bye, and was gone. I smiled, then grinned,then roared. Debbie looked at me strangely. "What?" "Oh, nothing,really." She tore at my hair. "Hey, alright! I was just thinkingof something Barbara said back there, before we left--a little thing. Thatis what clenched it--I knew then we could trust her," Now Deb was reallycurious.

"And what was the little thing that made such a big difference?" Icomposed myself, feeling the heat rise to my ears. At last, I told her. "Whenyou were hunting up that Igloo container we gave her, for you-know-who's cuntsteak, she pointed to that pile of stuff I had rummaged through to build the... a, the wire thing. There against the wall were two four-foot long fluorescentlight tubes, remember? Well, she pointed right at them, and snorted; "Rivera,you're about to be royally fucked. I'm finally gonna be rid of you!" Deblaughed. I joined her. "Barbara wasn't a tender chicken, but she was cool." Ipatted my full tummy. "Yeah," Deb replied with a sigh, "Thosetough old birds are kinda special, I guess. God love 'em.

We drove on, both wondering just where the adventure would take us next.

Vrykolakas

9/11/2002

6:50 PM.