Traci arrived expecting more of the same, just another kinky torture-porn video shoot. Sex, pain, and pleasure for profit, and as a masochist,
she was okay with all three, so long as they paid well. I think she even assumed that the deadly torture instruments on the set were nothing
more than props.
Even after I locked her wrists in the overhead restraints and put on my metal face-concealing mask, Traci still seemed to believe it was all going to be nothing more than fun and games. That was until I roughly shoved that oversized ball gag into her mouth, then lighting the propane torch, started heating that first painfully sharp-looking skewer in its flame.
In the end, even as I dumped the last of her dismembered remains into the acid tank, I still had to admire Traciís enthusiastic performance. Of course, to star in one of my infamous snuff films has always been a role to die for...