I’ll never forget the last thing Becky said, “So Ghost, after I’ve finished this glass of wine, you’re still going to lock my wrists into these wall-mounted restraints, gag me, then cut me open and disembowel me. Well, even though it appears that I’ve inadvertently dressed for the occasion, I’ll admit that while all this sounds obscenely depraved, I suspect it will also be rather delightfully painful.”

Pausing to finish her wine, Becky handed me her glass, “Still, even though I’m already here in your abattoir and completely helpless to stop you from having your evil way with me, I’d like to make one final request before we begin.”

A faint smile appeared on Becky’s face as she concluded, “Ghost, there’s really no need to wait until I’m dead before harvesting my breast implants for your collection...”