I’ve always found dark mysteries, especially terrifying things that go bump in the night, to be impossibly erotic. I’ve always wanted to be that beautiful girl in mortal
peril, the one fated to die an unspeakably painful death. I guess it’s due to all those late-night horror movies I watched as a teenager. All those brutally diabolic death
traps and gruesomely painful instruments of torturous death featured in those movies fueled my earliest masochistic nightmares.
As I grew older, I studied the history of torture and execution. Our ancestors had positively diabolic imaginations that created so many evil and delightfully gruesome ways
to inflict an agonizingly painful death that it’s utterly terrifying.
Still, a few death traps from those earliest late-night horror movies still haunt my darkest erotic nightmares. Brutally torturous instruments of slow, unspeakably agonizing
death, horrors that, even today, I still find myself dying to endure, especially when it comes to the whole dying part...