Does it feel like you’re trapped, locked in a cage, with the walls closing in, doomed to endure a bad ending? Perhaps it’s time to embrace the moment and accept your horrifyingly unpleasant fate.
After all, hasn’t enduring a brutally agonizing death always been your darkest, erotically masochistic wet dream? And, let’s be honest, when he locked you in this cage, and you saw those spike-lined
walls starting to move, you already knew how badly this evening would end. So, isn’t it time to finally admit that deep down, beneath all the fear and all the terror, you’re secretly thrilled and, to
your horror, eagerly anticipating your obscenely torturous death?