Carpenter Snuff Series (Alice) - You have the toolbox, some nails, high corruption, and defeat an Alice.

Inspiration strikes.

In what other world could you execute a beautiful, helpless little girl without karmic consequences? You want to show your appreciation to this world for such an amazing gift it has given you. And do, you will create art in order to beautify that world as thanks. This little succubus's suffering is too precious to be gone in an instant, unwitnessed. So you will preserve it for others out of the kindness of your heart.

Lost in thought and self-congratulation as you are, slowly taking the tools out of your toolbox one by one, you almost miss the little girl's retreat. She must have recovered enough to notice you laying out knives, saws, hammers, nails, and realized that she didn't want any part of whatever it was you had planned, so she started backing away slowly. No, no, we can't have this, can we?

As you approach her with a small, sharp carving knife she panics and starts to beg, "Wait, p-please! You don't need that, I won't -" She cuts off into a shriek as you grab her little legs and slice her achilles tendon on each foot quickly and efficiently. Now she won't be going anywhere. The way she's shivering and sobbing in pain and fear is arousing, making you so very excited for what is yet to come. The absolute knowledge that this little girl is your plaything and that nothing will stop you or save her is intoxicating. 

You step on one of her torn ankles, causing her to gasp and arch her back in pain. "I'm going to hurt you, but I won't kill you if you're cooperative. Do you want to live? Will you cooperate?" You lie easily to make your job smoother for yourself. It's not like anyone will ever find out that you lied. The evidence will die with this small demon child. She turns a little blue in fear or pain and nods hesitantly while moaning. You didn't promise her much, but she's not really in the position to ask for anything and so is desperate to take what she can get.

"Take off your clothes while I select my tools. Now, do it quickly." You order in a commanding voice. You grin to yourself when you hear her gasp and cry, being forced to move around and pull her clothes off despite the fresh injuries to her ankles. You select a hammer and several lengths of nails, deciding to make use of a tree nearby instead of building your own platform to hold your new art piece. Efficient.

"Crawl over to that tree. Then stand up with your back against it." You could carry her there yourself pretty easily, she's such a tiny, waiflike child. But you're in no rush and want to enjoy the show. She is naked, lovely, and oh so helpless. She looks at the tree, at her ankles, then at you. Seeing no mercy on your face she wrinkles her brow and begins to cry anew. When you lose patience and suddenly stand up and start walking over to her angrily, she quickly starts crawling along the ground, anyway. You put your knee on her back and yank her head back violently, making her scream.

"I-I'm going, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" You slap her to shut her up, then shove her face back into the ground. Without warning, you take a nail, place it against her delicate right shoulder blade, then hammer it in with one strong swing. She gives a cute little wail and curls up, shivering in pain. You take out another nail and hold it right next to her eye. She gets the message and begins crawling desperately for the tree, whimpering pitifully and using the only good limb she has left.  You're surprised at how easy the nail went in and how only a single drop of blood came out as a result. You're eager to do more. 

The little Alice makes it to the tree and begins trying to pull herself up to it. She scratches with her left hand at the tree, managing to pull herself to her knees. She's panting with a stuffy nose from all the crying, trying to figure out how to take the next step. Too slow! You plant another nail, this time against her lower back, then try to slam it in before she can react. Oops, she moved fast enough to mess you up, causing the nail to go into her skin at an angle and only scrape against the bone. 

Still looks pretty painful though! She makes another cute little wail. Her eyes are wide, desperate, and teary as she pulls herself up next to the tree and onto her damaged feet. She makes it far, but when she remembers she needs to turn around with her back to the tree, she gets stuck again. When she tries to turn around her feet give out and she falls into a miserable sobbing little naked pile of girl.

You decide to go ahead and help her out at this point as you're eager to see your inspiration become something real in the world. You grab her right arm and yank her onto her feet by it, which seems to cause more pain to her damaged shoulder blade. She cries loud as a new streak of blood rolls down her back. "Please, please! I can't-I can't take it!"

"You WILL take it," you assure her, grinning. You cross her arms at the wrists above her head and pin them there. "If you move before I finish this, you're dead." After giving her these words of encouragement, she stands there, shaking, mostly doing the job of holding her arms where you put them. You don't hesitate to drive a long nail straight through both wrists and into the tree. It takes a little more hammering this time and you get to enjoy the most pitiful puppy dog eyes staring at you tearily while you do it. 

You want this to be able to support her weight, so you put a few more nails through her wrists and forearms. With every blow of hammer on nail on delicate child flesh, the little succubus shrieks and sobs anew, clenching and unclenching her hands in agony. You get a little tired of just how loudly she's screaming into your face, so you shove a nail through the bottom of her jaw and hammer her mouth closed, permanently. Her nose is stuffy from crying and she still needs to breathe, so this results in blood and air whistling pitifully from between her lips and splattering against you lightly. At least it's quieter.

Next you grab a leg and pull it up behind her head. Children sure are flexible! You hammer that foot in place then cross over it with her other leg and repeat the process. This forces her into a post that seems to push her little demon cunny out to the world, offering it to the world. Hmm, but won't that turn her into an imp factory? Nah, not a problem if she's dead, you reason.

Her eyes are bloodshot now, staring at you in horror as she sniffles and moans and huffs and spits out blood. You're sure hanging by these nails alone would be unbearable agony and plenty torture enough if you were to just leave her here like this, especially as she struggles and chokes trying to breathe. But you plan on being responsible and finishing her off, so you might as well get as much fun out of her in the short time you allow yourself.

You get to work putting a nail through her skin and into her bone every few inches up and down her legs and arms. The little trails of blood against her skin are so pretty, you think. You have fun with her toes, trying to get a long, skinny nail under the toenail and into each toe. It's messy and difficult and you only get about half of them right, leaving the other half of her cute little toes a torn and bloody mess. You briefly consider doing the same to her fingers, but you're still enjoying the way she clenches and unclenches them in unimaginable agony. She can barely scream now as she chokes on spit and blood, so it's one of her best ways left of expressing herself.

You get some long thick nails and decide to start going nuts all over her torso and chest. You know she won't survive this forever so you do it quickly; a nail into her belly button, one in each cute flat nipple, one through her clit, several in the mound above, several more into her guts through her stomach, then finally one each between each pair of ribs of her ribcage. You're sure a human would be long dead or at least unconscious, now, but lucky for you demons are nigh immortal, unaging monsters, and the little girl's vitality keeps her alive and feeling everything. She twists and shivers as each nail scrapes its way between her ribs, stopping only to puke into her mouth and then choke it back down again.

You step back and enjoy your work. So many lovely streams of blood, so much damage and suffering, but her prepubescent genitals are still lovely, clean and mostly intact. You think about getting to work destroying them with your nails, hammer, or maybe just your dick, then decide to leave them be. The contrast between the destroyed and suffering monster above and the pristine and beautiful little girl parts beneath is just so perfect. You regret destroying her clit with that one nail, but at least her reaction to that was so sweet and charming.

You casually fondle the little girl's cunny and anus, enjoying their perfect softness, as she wriggles and moans. Each wound is small, but you damaged her insides greatly and you know she can't last too much longer. When she starts slowing down and looking dazed, you know there's not much time left before she's dead or at least unconscious. So, you decide to enjoy one last little addition to this artwork.

You take a slender nail and place it in the inside corner of the little girl's left eye. She just stares at you in horror, shaking her head no the best she can while twitching and shaking in agony. 'You lied' you imagine she is saying. You agree, you did lie. With one last grin as you savor the moment of perfect power over a delicious little girl, you line up the hammer and give the nail a solid smack. It easily goes in, pinning that one eye permanently open and making her otherwise lovely face unfortunately gruesome. 

She's doesn't die, though. She doesn't die, but you can tell she has lost something very important. She still shivers and breaths and moans, but there isn't as much left of her after this little unprofessional lobotomy. Close enough, you decide. You push her hair aside and give her a gentle kiss on the forehead, a thank you for participating in this amazing, intimate experience and helping you create such spectacular art. This world is so wonderful and you're so lucky to be here.

Whistling happily to yourself, you pack up your tools and leave the naked, irreparably damaged child to the whims of the forest. You're proud to have given back and created beauty in this wonderful world. You look forward to the next time inspiration strikes!