Not Even A Crumb
Buffy smiled, stepped back, and eyed her handiwork. Pretty. Like a work of art... by Charles
Manson. She wiped the knife on a scrap of black shirt, cleaning off the thick red blood that coated
the blade. She tucked the knife into the her waistband of her jeans as she walked around to the front
of her masterpiece, studying it critically.
Spike hanged naked and unmoving from the chains that had held her captive hours ago in the cavern
beneath Spike's crypt. Blood stained his alabaster skin and pooled on the floor beneath his feet. His
hips were splayed wide, the bones having been torn from their sockets -- one of the first things she'd
done to keep him from kicking her. His shoulders were also dislocated, caused by the full weight of
his body hanging from the manacles by his wrists.
His genitals were gone. Completely. The thought of him thinking about her while touching himself
had disgusted her to the core. So she'd used the knife she'd found in his duster pocket and cut off
his dick and balls. His testicles squished under her heel, like two raw eggs.
He'd screamed. It'd hurt her ears. She'd crushed his throat.
His tongue went next, so she would no longer have to hear his words of love, and his lips, so he
couldn't form the words. She'd gouged out his eyes to keep him from looking at her with desire.
His ears were sliced off and the eardrums shattered by the tip of the knife to stop him from enjoying
her voice. He'd passed out then, much to her disappointment. Still, she'd slammed the knife deep
into his chest and cut a jagged hole into him until she'd exposed the heart that he claimed was full of
love for her.
She could've killed him then. Cut out his heart and watched as he turned to dust before her eyes.
But then he would have taken it as compassion, and she wanted him to understand that he had no
chance with her. Ever. Not even a crumb.
Buffy nodded in satisfaction, picked up his duster, and put it on. It once belonged to a Slayer, it was
only fitting that it belonged to a Slayer again. "Bye, Spike. It's been fun," she said, heading out of
the cavern. "Have a pleasant death."