Now, would I rather be sawed in half from the pussy up or from the head down?
That is always the problem with some choices: they can be impossible. No one wins except for the person who requires the answer. That is the predicament I am in. My captor has been torturing me for hours, making me choose what tortures I would rather have, telling me that he may allow me to escape with what little I have left. As of this point, I do not know if I want to live anymore. I chose to chop off two of my toes rather than two of my fingers. He asked me if I would rather have my ass mutilated with a knife or my pussy, and chose my pussy. My pussy is now a bloody mess with shreds of skin hanging off my pelvis. Now, he wants to know if I want to be sawed in half from the pussy up or from the head down. I say take me now and destroy my brains. I should have known he would never let me go.