Alexa could see the sudden fiery look of overwhelming anger appear in the Crimson Executionerís eyes the moment he entered the torture chamber.
ďHow dare you to come here dressed as this, insulting the Crimson Executioner while openly flaunting the beauty of your body? Donít waste your breath uttering some pathetic apology, your act of insolence cries out for a more profound penance. Yes, an obscenely torturous penance, one soaked in the blood of the dying and voiced by your screams of unrelenting agony.Ē
Before Alexa could react, the Crimson Executioner stepped forward and swung his heavy iron cudgel into her diaphragm.
The cudgelís brutal impact drove the air out of my lungs. If not for the manacles locked around my raised wrists, the sudden explosion of pain would have doubled me over before I collapsed to the torture chamberís floor. Struggling to breathe, I hung there helplessly by my wrists, the tears welling up in my eyes as I watched the Crimson Executioner moving toward the table behind me.
Reaching the table the Crimson Executioner set aside his heavy cudgel and opening one of the tableís draws removed two short leather straps. Smiling beneath his concealing hood at the sounds of Alexaís ragged breaths, he then reached up and released her manacled wrists.
Released from the overhead restraints, I started to double forward in pain when the Crimson Executioner grabbed my arms, jerking me back upright as he roughly pulled my arms behind my back and clinched a leather strap around my wrists. With my wrists secured, the Crimson Executioner looped a second strap around my elbows, cruelly using the strap to draw my elbows painfully back until they touched before clinching the strap tight.
With her arms secured behind her back, the Crimson Executioner dragged Alexa toward the Iron Maiden, forcing her to step up onto the Maidenís blood-stained stone pedestal as he unlocked the Iron Maidenís door and swung it open.
Still struggling to catch my breath, I was helpless to resist as the Crimson Executioner roughly turned me around and shoving me into the Iron Maidenís claustrophobic metal sarcophagus, started securing the Maidenís straps around my body. Tight straps around my thighs, knees and ankles followed after that first strap around my waist, with a final strap tightened snuggly around my throat as the Crimson Executioner secured me helplessly within the Iron Maidenís snug, form-fitting interior.
ďWithin the Iron Maiden, you will pay the ultimate price for your sins. Death within the Maiden is never easy or quick. You will spend the coming days trapped in unrelenting agony as you feel your life slowly slipping away. Itís time to face your torturous fate you loathsome whore of Satan. The Crimson Executioner demands that you atone for your sins with blood and pain.Ē
I watched in helpless horror as the Crimson Executioner slowly closed the spike-lined door of the Iron Maiden, the cruel spikes moving steadily closer to my body. I knew thereís no point in begging for mercy, here at the Resort mercy, isnít a virtue and limits and safe words have no meaning. Iíd heard that death within the Iron Maiden was obscenely painful but never imagined that Iíd experience it firsthand this night, guess I was wrong. Anyway, I didn't hear the Iron Maiden close. I was already screaming far too loudly to hear anything else.
Trapped and dying within the Iron Maiden, time has no meaning. All that matters is the pain.
The pain is inescapable and unrelenting. It's pure agony. You try not to move, every twist of the spikes within your flesh sending waves of overwhelming pain coursing through your body, but you canít. Regardless of the pain, you still have to breathe, the Iron Maidenís cruel spikes twisting between your ribs with each desperate breath you take.
You desperately pray to die, but you donít. Within the torturous confines of the Iron Maiden prayer has no meaning, itís an instrument of torture designed to exact every last bit of torment from your body before it finally allows you to die.
Anyway, in any of you are wondering or care, I managed to survive for just over sixty two blood-soaked hours, or, over two and a half days of unspeakably torturous agony, before I finally died.
Regeneration took several hours longer than normal, the brutal destruction caused by the Iron Maidenís eye spikes requiring extra time within the regeneration tank to repair my vision before tonightís diabolic repeat performance.
Seeing the look of surprise in the Crimson Executionerís eyes, Alexa smiled, ďI know, that Iím once again openly flaunting my feminine charms before your eyes and for my promiscuous sins, I deserve to suffer yet another obscenely torturous penance at your hands. I guess the one I spent dying within the brutally demanding confines of the Iron Maiden wasnít quite enough to purge my ungodly soul of its unrequited mortal sins.Ē
ďPerhaps, itís time for round two. That first visit to the Iron Maidenís spike-lined interior clearly didnít purge my sinful soul of all its darkly immoral thoughts. Perhaps, a second visit will, my pain, your pleasure.Ē
Then, pausing to glance down at that heavy iron cudgel in the Crimson Executionerís hand, Alexa added, ďSo, as they like to say in baseball, batter up...Ē