For as long as I remember, Iíve had this attraction to peril, the overpowering need to be that girl in mortal peril, that damsel in distress, the one who doesnít get away, the woman who always dies in the end.

Of course, this is where my fantasies and reality collide. If I had the courage enough to live out any of my darkest desires, it would ultimately result in my death.

On the other hand, suffering a brutal agonizing death simply for my killerís amusement has always been one of my darkest erotic fantasies.

Perhaps, some fantasies might truly be worth dying for...