Does it feel like youíre trapped, locked in a cage, with the walls closing in, doomed to endure a bad ending? Perhaps itís time to embrace the moment and accept your horrifyingly unpleasant fate.

After all, hasnít enduring a brutally agonizing death always been your darkest, erotically masochistic wet dream? And, letís 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, isnít it time to finally admit that deep down, beneath all the fear and all the terror, youíre secretly thrilled and, to your horror, eagerly anticipating your obscenely torturous death?