It all started with a video Iíd seen almost a year earlier, a beautiful blonde before a diabolic deathtrap hauntingly similar to the one before me. That woman knew that once she started that timer, that razor-sharp blade would decapitate her within sixty seconds. That womanís death was intensely erotic. She knelt, placing her neck in the open stock, and submissively crossed her wrists behind her back and waited for the blade to fall.

I wanted something similar, but also the suspense of the unknown, and the evil toymaker obliged. Kneeling, Iíll place my neck in the stock and press those two glowing red buttons. If I hold down the buttons, the blade will fall sometime in the next ten minutes, decapitating me. However, the toymaker gave me only one chance to do this. Should I lose my nerve and release either of those buttons before that deadly blade cuts my head off, the system will become inert and unusable.

Of course, I find the eroticism of not knowing when Iíll lose my head so overwhelmingly seductive that I canít imagine releasing either of those two buttons before that razor-sharp blade brutally ends my life...