Since joining the Resort’s exclusive Vacation Club, I’ve experienced so many delightful and darkly seductive surprises, and last night was no different. I recall
asking, “Oh my, is that really an authentic seventeenth-century Spanish Rapier?”
My host for the evening, a rather distinguished looking older gentleman, smiled with an evil glint of diabolic anticipation in his eyes as he replied, “Si," just
before using that Rapier to run me through, a sudden brief gasp of agonizing pain escaping my lips, as I felt the horrifying sensation of cold sharp steel sliding
effortlessly through my guts. Oh, and being such a kind and considerate host that he was, once that Rapier’s razor-sharp blade was completely through me, he cruelly
paused to twist it back and forth within my guts. His thoughtful attention to the details of my suffering, vastly heightening my exquisitely painful torment as I hung
there, the basket hilt of his authentic seventeenth-century Spanish Rapier pressed firmly against my fatally violated belly, as I slowly died in unrelenting agony for his amusement.