It was a dark and stormy night, a beautiful woman stood alone within a terrifying chamber of horrors, a place hidden high in the
mountains outside the city, a place where the she’s come to experience her darkest erotic nightmare, the Pendulum.
Camila always knew this night would come, for her it’s never been a question of if, only of when.
Built by the infamous creator of diabolical mechanical devices, a man known only as the toymaker, the Pendulum is Camila’s darkest
most erotic nightmare, it can’t be bargained with, it can’t be reasoned with, it doesn’t feel pity, it doesn’t feel remorse, and it’s
absolutely will not stop until she’s dead.
Camila felt her throat tighten with apprehension as she imagined what it would be like to by lying on that platform, her wrists and
ankles securely locked within the platform’s restraints, as she stared at that deadly unstoppable blade swinging through the air high
above her. The ominous sound of its passage an evil hiss, its massive blade a deadly blur of razor sharp death as it flashed through
the air, as with each terrifying swing of the Pendulum the deadly blade descends steadily closer.
Tonight, as the lightning flash eerily against the massive polished steel blade of the Pendulum Camila felt a sudden tightness in her
chest, one that had nothing to do with the tightness of her corset. Tonight, she would fulfill her darkest erotic nightmare, to die
screaming in agony beneath the Pendulum’s sharp unstoppable blade.
Some nightmares are worth experiencing... even if you end up dying before you awake...