High in one of the North Tower’s well-equipped torture chambers, I watched as Henry, my companion for the evening, pulled a glowing red-hot iron out of the flames
of the brazier. Earlier that evening he’d bought me a drink at one of the Resort’s Vacation Club exclusive beach-front bars and introduced himself. During the
conversation that followed, he’d casually mentioned that if I was interested, he’d reserved a North Tower torture chamber for our amusement.
Now, helplessly restrained I felt a delightfully masochistic rush of almost eager anticipation for the night of brutal agonizing torture and gruesome bloody death that lay ahead at Henry’s diabolically skilled hands.
Just another torturous night in the Resort’s North Tower, welcome to the Resort...