task ... I wonder what he meant by "colorful show"? And he really knows a lot. If he wants, he will easily hang me for this, let's say honestly, provocation with Pear. And what!? Those who wish to be there, they are always more than enough! I'm not the only one here so smart!

First of all, I went down to the lower, technical floor. So it is - under the ceiling telpher, in the corner there was also a cargo trolley. I am certainly not the most advanced here in technical terms, but I can deal with such uncomplicated mechanisms. First of all checked the performance - everything is fine. Throwing the hook on the cable got quite a suitable sliding loop. I figured on my height - there is a half meter stock. Pear below me, so everything should work out. Having driven a cart into a freight elevator, it rose to a residential floor, opened a storeroom. The bound Pear lay in a corner, on the right cheekbone there was a huge blue-purple bruise - a trace from the shoe.

- Why did you come !? Violence to commit !? You're the same as everyone else! I hate it! Tfu! - spittle hit the shoe, not reaching the target.

- easy! No one is going to rape you! - I tried to reason with Blossoming.

- Not! I hate it! - Grusha squealed in impotent rage, twitching and unsuccessfully trying to tear the pieces of fabric with which she was tied.

No, if it will scream like that, no “beautiful show” will work. Well, what about rape - maybe the idea is not the worst ... it certainly is not beautiful, but there is no other at hand, but I missed so many opportunities! The communicator squealed:

- I listen, Mr. Commander!

- Do you have everything ready?

- There are twenty more minutes! I will meet the deadline!

- Good. In fifteen minutes your company will be downstairs, do not make them wait!

The commander turned off. Wow! It turns out that I will be showing the show for the whole company! Need something clever to come up with! And I’ll definitely not have time to fuck her ... sorry ... Cut off the sleeve of the dress, thrust her gag into her mouth so that she wouldn’t scream and start dragging the Pear on the trolley. It seems she is not too hard, but to load a kicking and resisting body is not an easy task; I had to kick a couple of times under the ribs to calm down. Still, such tasks are best done with an assistant, preferably physically strong!

The first thing I heard when I opened the elevator doors in the basement was the buzz of many voices. Almost all of our company was already here, the last came. I raised my hand to roll the cart with the Pear under the telpher to give a short speech - once the commander-in-chief demands a show, it means you need to comply.

- Gamers! Brothers and sisters in arms! You all saw what happened. This pear attacked; treacherously attacked our sister Redhead and inflicted severe trauma on her. For this attack, committed in violation of all the rules of life of gamers Pear Blossom is sentenced to deprivation of the high title "gamer", deprivation of the right to wear clothes and deprivation of life! - here I sustained a dramatic pause and finished loudly - Let justice be done!

Someone frowned, someone looked with interest, expecting what would happen next, someone even clapped his hands a couple of times. “Yes, where the show is - there is applause!” - I thought, having decided that I would need to take it into service.

While I was making this speech, Pear dodged to the point that she fell from the cart. Drag her back - to lose pace, which is unacceptable in the show.Having decided that the deprivation of clothes can be carried out on the floor, I began to cut the dress on it from the gate down to the hem. The pear was writhing wildly, it was extremely uncomfortable to wield a knife - as a result, I made several cuts on my chest and stomach before I coped with this task. Everything around in the blood, Pear wriggles on the floor and moos through the gag, I, too, covered my face with blood - in short, the spectacle was not very ... Having decided that I wouldn’t cut anything further, I didn’t put the knife aside, pulled the bra off very strongly, which caused sagging breasts fell out on public display, and tights with shorts just pulled down to the knees. Having finished with this part of the execution, I looked back at ours, standing along the wall. The majority reacted calmly - interested, which encouraged me a little.

- Move over, not visible! - It sounded from somewhere behind, the people smiled. Understanding what needs to be done, I threw a noose around the Blossom's neck and pressed a button on the control panel. The cable slowly crawled upward, cutting deep into the wrinkled neck. The victim in the noose began to fight differently; unsuccessful attempts to escape were replaced by agony. Slowly winding on the drum cable dragged and dragged up the dying body. When the hoist stopped, I looked at the Pear swaying in the loop in scraps of clothing and exclaimed theatrically, raising my right hand again: “Justice has been done!” Turning to the audience, he waved his hands, calling for applause. In response, discordant claps rang out.

“Well, as I managed, I did. If the spectacle failed - excuse me! ”- I thought, bowing to the liquid applause.