Often one of the cruelest aspects of the endless cycle of torturous death endured as one of Ereshkigal's willing pleasure slaves is anticipation.
No matter the intensity of the day's pleasures you soon find yourself eagerly longing for the terrors of the coming of night. Then, as the sun finally sets, the troll guards at long last come for you. Tight shackles encircle your wrists and ankles, chains link your manacles wrists together behind your back and hobble your steps and soon you find yourself once again within the perilous depths of the Mesopotamian Underworld's dungeon torture chambers. Torture chambers where you will finally learn what slow and brutally torturous demise the death goddess intends to inflict upon you this night. The troll guards quickly lock the terrified pleasure slave into or upon whatever fiendishly obscene instrument of torture that the death goddess has selected and leave her to await Ereshkigal's darkly sadistic pleasure.
But, often the cruelest aspect of a pleasure slave's nightly ritual of terrifying anticipation has merely just commenced. The terrified pleasure slave now waits, she doesn't know if the death goddess will arrive in mere minutes or long hours from now. And the longer the pleasure slave has to wait, the longer her imagination has to heighten her fear. But the death goddess knows that anticipation only heightens the raw intensity of the slave's emotional energy once her torture has commenced.
And often, for Ereshkigal's willing pleasure slaves, fear can often be as great an aphrodisiac as pain.