Her world explodes into agony as the machete severs her spine. Her body convulses one last time before going limp, every muscle relaxing and releasing a torrent of blood onto the ground. The pain is unbearable; she can't even scream anymore. All that remains is the overwhelming sensation of emptiness and defeat as her lifeless form lies motionless on the floor.

Her vision fades as blackness envelopes her, replaced by nothing but the echoes of your cruel laughter. She was once a living, breathing creature; now she is nothing more than blood and bone scattered across the floor. The weight of her mistakes, her failure to protect those she cared about, crushes her soul as it slips away into oblivion.