Glancing back at the Baron sitting on the torture chamber’s throne, Agnes knew there would be no mercy, no last-minute reprieve. For the horrifying last year, she had been his prisoner, his sex slave, cruelly raped and sodomized on a nightly basis.

Tonight, seeing that terrifying Iron Maiden, Agnes knew she would die, screaming in almost unimaginable agony. After the last twelve months, the thought of death had become preferable. Now, staring in horror at that brutal Iron Maiden, Agnes wasn’t so sure.

It wasn’t like she’d ever had a choice. Having been abducted by white slavers and sold to the Baron of Blood Castle, Agnes had no illusion about her fate. Tonight, dressed in only high heels and stockings with her wrists locked in steel manacles behind her back, the Baron’s executioner held her arm tightly as he led Agnes toward the waiting Iron Maiden.

In the end, Agnes lasted longer than most, just over seventy unspeakably torturous hours within the claustrophobic, spike-lined confines of that Iron Maiden, screaming in unrelenting agony as she slowly died, merely for the Baron’s darkly sadistic amusement...