Just as they'd done countless times before the Troll guards came to take her just as the sun was starting to set in the Underworld's red hued sky. Patience felt a delightfully erotic sense of horrible foreboding as she descended the ancient stone steps that led downward into the Mesopotamian Underworld's dungeons. Earlier, she'd learned that tonight she would once again be spending the night as the screaming plaything of Nergal, the death goddess Ereshkigal's husband and the ancient Sumerian god of war and pestilences. Renowned among the death goddess Ereshkigal's pleasure slaves as the one the Underworld's most sadistic and brutally inventive torturers, a night spend in the clutches of Nergal wasn't something easily forgotten.

Patience often wondered how her life would have turned out if she hadn't been seduced into becoming one of Ereshkigal's all to willing pleasure slaves. Back then she'd focused on her studies and kept her darkest more erotic fantasies carefully hidden.

It wasn't until her first summer of archaeological fieldwork that she came finally began to comprehend her true destiny. Working to excavate near the ancient Sumerian city of Ur, Patience uncovered an extensive set of inscriptions. Inscriptions that suggested that Ereshkigal, the Sumerian goddess of death and the ruler of the Mesopotamian Underworld routinely sent forth ghostly envoys to seek out mortal women to become Ereshkigal's willing pleasure slaves. Women willing to accept Ereshkigal's Faustian bargain. In exchange for eternal youth and beauty, of days filled with unimagined pleasures these woman would willingly submit an eternity of nights consumed by brutal agonizing torturous death.

Patience could feel her heart pounding desperately in her chest as the deadly horror of the temple's inscription fully sank in. Eternal youth and beauty, a life filled with endless pleasure and pain. For Patience only one question remained, how do you sign up? Later that night as she walked back toward her tent, Ereshkigal's ghostly envoys came and spirited Patience away to an eternity of willing servitude in the Mesopotamian Underworld.

Now, long centuries later, Patience once again found herself within one of the Mesopotamian Underworld's countless dungeon torture chambers, her masochistic little mind already darkly fantasizing about the long night of brutal torture and death to come at Nergal's hands.

Looking around the well-equipped torture chamber as she awaited Nergal's arrival Patience noticed something that almost caused her to faint from masochistic lust. An ominously painful looking bed of spikes, the perfect place for a willing and submissively masochistic pleasure slave to wait for her torturer's arrival.

After all, as an archaeologist and a student of history, she long ago discovered the origins of her first name. That "Patience" from the English word, and ultimately from Latin patientia, was merely a derivative of pati "to suffer".

And like all good masochists, especially those who willingly served as the death goddess Ereshkigal's pleasure slaves, Patience really loved to suffer.