Alone within one of the Mesopotamian Underworld’s countless dungeon torture chambers Whitney helplessly awaits another night of torturous death, the brutal spiked crotch rest and the burning brazier between her legs merely a cruel foretaste of the horrors yet to come at the hands of the death goddess Ereshkigal or one of her legion of diabolically fiendish executioners.

In the long torturous months since first becoming one of Ereshkigal’s willing pleasure slaves Whitney’s experienced both pleasures and horrors that far exceeded her wildest fantasies. And yet Whitney’s came to realize that while she enjoys the endless days of pleasure it’s the nights of agonizing torture and death that she so desperately craves. That here in the Underworld’s dungeons she’s finally embraced that ultimate expression of masochistic submissiveness that only comes from knowing, that night after night, you’re going to die in unrelenting agony merely for the amusement of another.