Standing by that ominous tank, “So this is the tank of death featured in many of your water snuff videos. The rumors say that you don’t use special effects and that all the women who star in your snuff videos drown to death in this thing.”

Amanda smiled at the look of surprise on Narshall’s face as he replied, “If you knew the truth, why did you still accept my offer?”

“It all sounded so delightfully gruesome. That’s why I agreed to star in your next video.”

Frowning at Amanda’s surprising response, “I hope you realize that once I’ve locked you within this tank, there’s no backing out. You will die.”

An evil look of anticipation appeared on Amanda’s face, “That’s the best part. You might even say I’m more than willing to die for this role.”

Locking the tank’s metal yoke securely around Amanda’s neck and wrists, Marshall paused, “Last chance to back out, Amanda. Once I’ve gagged you, it’ll be too late.”

He could see the look of eager anticipation in Amanda’s eyes, “Thanks, but no. I’m dying to do this.”

Strapping the ballgag snuggly within Amanda’s mouth, Marshall closed and secured the tank’s door. Then, making a few final adjustments to the cameras, he donned his face-concealing mask and switched on the cameras.

1 minute into the video

Standing helplessly locked within that tank, I watched Marshall adjusting the video cameras, then don his familiar face-concealing mask. Then, switching on the cameras, he walked over and stood next to the valve that would flood the tank I was standing in with water.

I felt a delightful twinge of fear as I watched him reach for that valve.

4 minutes into the video

Marshall watched with amusement as the water slowly rose past Amanda’s ankles, a brief look of surprise in her eyes at the water’s temperature. He’d long ago settled on a water temp of 72 degrees, warm enough to keep the victims from going into shock yet sufficiently cool enough for excellent video quality, not to mention the enticing effect it has on the victim’s nipples.

24 minutes into the video

The steadily rising water had almost reached Amanda’s crotch. She had briefly struggled against the tank restraints as the water came up to her knees but quickly calmed down. Now she seemed almost content and surprisingly accepting of her gruesome fate.

46 minutes into the video

The water had risen to Amanda’s neck, yet she remained disturbingly calm.

I knew I only had a few minutes before the water rose high enough to drown me. I thought about struggling, but what was the point? Even if I somehow managed to escape the restraints, there was no way to escape this tank.

Instead, I started taking rapid, deep breaths hoping to survive for as long as possible for my audience’s perverted amusement.

50 minutes into the video

I was finally starting to panic. The water covered my mouth and threatened to reach my nose. I knew that my next breath might be my last. A moment later, the water finally rose above my nose. I could already feel my lungs burning.

51 minutes into the video

Shutting off the water, I could see the horrified panic in Amanda’s eyes as she stared at me through the water-filled tank.

I knew it was hopeless. The water fully submerged my head. I struggled to relax, hopefully giving me a few more minutes of life.

53 minutes into the video

Turning my head, I stared into the camera directly across from the front of the tank. I was getting weaker by the second. It felt like my lungs were on fire. It was getting harder and harder to stay awake.

As I watched Amanda’s final moments, a faint stream of bubbles suddenly escaped around the ballgag filling her mouth as her head slumped forward as she died. I paused to stare into her lifeless eyes.

60 minutes into the video

I let the cameras record Amanda’s lifeless body for another seven minutes after she died before finally shutting them off. As promised, she’d provided quite the show.

With the cameras off, I opened the tank’s drain valve. The tank should empty in about fifteen minutes, just long enough for the crematorium down the hall to heat up so I can dispose of Amanda’s corpse.