The Destruction of Torn

The crew waited years for this. Sophie and I had known Torn too long not to pull it off, and the trust was already in place. We opened with brutal strikes across her body, beating her down until her skin burned. Then came the weight on her tits and the cane on her soles, each blow sharper than the last. When her legs shook, we shifted her to the bed of rice. Sophie climbed on, drove in hard, and used the sting to break her. Still upright, still breathing, Torn wasn’t gone yet. So we strung her up, painted her with hot tar, rolled her in feathers, and dropped her head-first into freezing water. No doubt she’s ruined. Question is how deep the ruin goes.