COPPER SLUG
snuff F

    I was tired of her. She had served me well but now her time had passed. The once fine body was no longer perfect. Oh it still could inspire one to passion and many men would find it the answer to dreams. But only I knew of its lost perfection, only I knew where to look for the tiny signs of wear. The slight sag in the breasts, the looseness in the once tight slit, the small wrinkles and roughness in the skin. Yes she was worn beyond saving and so I must dispose of her. Would it be possible to spare her I would but there are those who would seek to use her to harm me. I must protect my small island of happiness and if it requires that she die to do so I will kill her or anybody else. Besides, the look in her eyes as she realizes death is but moments away will be worth her life to see. Often I have looked forward to the day when I will demand her to surrender her very existence to me. She will stand before the post and look at me as I kill her. She will accept the slug into her body willingly because I ask it of her.  The agony caused by the copper slug tearing through her flesh will  be her last feeling. The sharp edges of metal will open and carve a path large enough to accept my member if I were to choose to use her that way, a deep bloody new sex organ. 
    The day has arrived. Her eyes beg me to spare her but her body obeys only me. She cannot do otherwise for she has known nothing but fulfilling my wishes. She stands before a wall. Painted white it will bear witness to the violence  that will end her. The slug will pass through her and exit in a red spray. The wall will catch it and I will have created a new work of art. Even as I load the weapon and aim it at her she stand still. She is bound by training and love. Bound more securely than if by ropes and chains. Her eyes beg me. Her body tenses as she awaits the impact. Her lips move but before she can form words the trigger ignites the powder and the slug moves down the barrel.  The thumb sized piece  of copper streaks across the few feet separating us and strikes her just between her breastbone and her naval. At once the petals open and began to bore the path through her. The organs offer small resistance to its passage.  It strikes the spinal bones and shatters them, shredding the cord within and the large blood vessels on the sides. It then exits in the spray of blood and flesh that the pristine white wall catches. Her body is driven back by the impact and she falls. Her eyes are huge with the surprise and pain. Even at the last she doubted her death. Now she is awash in agony as the last seconds of her life flee. I lower the gun and go to her. Her lips move but my kiss blocks the words. She dies without my hearing them but I know what they were. I love you