The execution

Eligobal Sandovi was taken to the Execution Room at 10:00 PM sharp. He did not resist, also because heavy chains imprisoned his powerful limbs and it was difficult for him to even move his feet to walk. -The fight for the freedom of men does not die with me- he hissed, while the two priestesses dressed in black robes placed him under the miniaturizing ray. The miniaturization process was brief, and Eligobal was reduced to the size of 20 cm. While he was unconscious from the effect of the ray he was quickly placed on the execution table by the two efficient priestesses, who tied him with his legs and arms spread in his naked impotence.

Then they went out silently and the condemned man was left alone. From beyond the glass cruel and cold eyes were scrutinizing him, and when he had regained consciousness the Executioner entered the room. Eligobal could not help but admire her sensual and plastic movements, even though he already felt his heart grow cold at the thought of what that beautiful and mortal creature was about to do to him. - Do you have something to say, man? - the Executioner asked rhetorically while fiddling with a small box with her back to him. She was wearing a long red dress, and on her feet she had soft open sandals with stiletto heels.

Her long hair was blond, her face beautiful but cold like Lilith's touch. -What is your name?- Eligobal asked after a short hesitation. The girl seemed surprised by such a request, but finally said: - Sephora is my name.- And having said that she lay down at his side on her knees, and with a very thin pin she quickly made some small holes in the condemned man's body, in his sides. Eligobal didn't feel much pain, but even if he had he wouldn't have screamed. He had promised himself: "Don't give him satisfaction. Don't scream. Don't shout. Die well.", he thought while the pin pricked his flesh several times. -What is this, a new sadomasochistic game?- he asked mockingly, repressing a grimace of pain. -This is not the time for games- Sephora replied with a little smile, struck in spite of herself by her victim's courage. - From these little holes your energy will soon come out, so that I can then proceed to crush you with greater tranquility than having to do it while you are shaking and banging with your notorious... impetuosity. - And she smiled at him as she took off her sandals and approached him, towering over him. - After all, - continued Sephora, placing the tip of her bare foot on his belly, a cold touch that made Eligobal jump slightly - for you it will be a less painful death... you should thank the Supreme Lady for having given you this facility. And with that she began to press him.

She did it slowly and methodically, smiling at him mischievously. After a while Eligobal noticed that blood was starting to come out of the many little holes that Sephora had made in him. Little by little, under the slow and inexorable pressure of the Executioner, a small red puddle formed and spread from his tied body. Eligobal's feeling of impotence was very strong. Sephora was slowly bleeding him dry, and he could do nothing to stop her from draining his life as she was doing. A slow and cruel torture. Sephora's foot pressed on him with deadly delicacy. Inexorable. Eligobal felt his vision blurring, and his limbs losing the powerful strength that characterized them. He tried to struggle, but he succeeded only weakly. Sephora looked at him mockingly and coldly. Her foot pressed down a few more times, then stopped. - Do you feel a little, how to say, weak? - She mocked him, playing with the tip of her foot in his blood, making swirls on the floor. - Bastard - Eligobal managed to say. - I made you bleed a lot, blood. It's nice and red. I think that's enough - Sephora said, putting her sandals back on. - Now I'll make you bleed out what's inside you - And she placed her foot on his belly - And that's not a metaphor- she concluded.

The first pressure, firm and continuous, caused spurts of thick, hot blood to come from various points on Eligobal's body. He opened his mouth in a desperate search for air, his eyes bulged, but he did not scream. He did scream, instead, in a heartbreaking way and in spite of himself, when he saw that Sephora, continuing to press him, had forced his intestines out. Hot, steaming, they became tangled on the floor. Sephora was now pressing him with force, horribly crushing his bones and flesh. The blood came out in violent spurts. Eligobal screamed without restraint. He banged his head this way and that, trying to struggle in the absurd attempt to somehow escape the obscene torture that Sephora was doing to his being, physical and mental. Perhaps, pathetically, his last conscious thought was that the partial bleeding from before had not had much effect on his energy. Then his eyes popped out of their sockets, and it was darkness. Sephora finished disemboweling him calmly and methodically.

Then, once he was reduced to an empty bag, she left him there to writhe in the last moments, and ticked with her sandals out of the room, but not without first having addressed a mocking "bye bye" to the poor crushed and mangled body that was the hero of the Men's Revolt.

The End.