They tie your hands first, one to each post of the bed's headboard, then they tie your feet the same way, leaving you spread and exposed. They're gentle and efficient, and even if the experience isn't quite what you had in mind, it hasn't been bad so far. Then they pull out the saw. They take turns; one saws off your left leg at the thigh, then another saws off the right. You're screaming through all of it, begging for mercy, begging for death, begging for anything, but there's no help here. The third one saws off your right arm. She hands the saw back to first; she saws off your other arm and hands the saw back to the second. She come up and looks you in your face. Somehow, you're still alive, still conscious, and you can see her smile. Then she saws off your head.