Traci stared in horror as the rope started to smoke...

It was almost ten years, ten years of enduring agonizing torture and sexual brutality, since Traci first sold herself to one of the Bangkok’s most infamous S&M brothels, but now in her late twenty’s Traci’s career at the brothel was coming to its end. The brothel’s rich patrons showed little interest in a still beautiful yet twenty-eight-year-old submissive. Patrons who once filled her calendar setting their sights upon the younger more nubile teenage submissives.

Earlier that afternoon, the brothel’s Madam showed up at my chamber’s door accompanied by two of the brothel’s enforcers, each carrying a shock baton. Sitting down beside me, she took my hand, “Traci, we both knew that this day would eventually come. Normally, with most of our masochistic slave girls, when they’re no longer profitable, we simply kill them and dump their bodies into the incinerator down in the basement, but since you came to be my service willingly I thought perhaps you might be interested in a far more diabolic demise.” The Madam went on to explain that she’d sold me to one of the brothel’s richest clients, a rather sadistic gentleman with whom I was intimately and painfully familiar, to star in his latest snuff film.

...trapped within the cage’s cramped confines with my wrists bound behind my back, I helplessly watched for almost thirty minutes as the candle slowly burned down until its flame finally reached the now smoldering rope. Passing through a carefully drilled hole in the candle, that slender line is the only thing preventing my agonizing plunge into that waiting acid filled tank.

And they told me, after locking me within this cage, that once I fall into the acid, I’ll only last an impossibly agonizing minute or two, the acid eating away my skin and eyes as it flows into my nose and down my throat into my lungs. Then, after about an hour, the acid will finish reducing my body to little more than a pile of acid bleached bones.

Now, as I helplessly watch to rope starting to burn through, I know I’m just mere seconds away from the start of my agonizingly torturous demise...