Turning to face David as she watched him bolting the torture chamber’s door, Janice smiled, “Nikki, the woman at the Resort’s concierge desk, told me this was your first time
visiting the Resort since becoming a vacation club member. I know you went through the club’s new member orientation. It may be hard to believe, but as a submissive masochist,
I have somewhat flexible desires when interacting with the club’s more sadistic members, especially within the Resort’s torture chambers. I find there’s a certain undeniable charm in
surrendering total control to a complete stranger, especially one who intends to do horrific things to you.”
“You asked me to accompany you to the Resort’s North Tower, and I willingly agreed. However, the moment I crossed the threshold of this torture chamber, my right to
self-determination ceased. Here, I’m yours to use in any way you desire. If you decide to use my body to fulfill all your darkest perverted sexual desires, just make sure it’s
rough sex, the more savagely brutal, the better. And, when you decide to torture me to death, and I trust you will, I expect to suffer in obscene unrelenting agony until I die.
You should also know that if you choose to use my body sexually after I’m dead, I’ve always secretly harbored fantasies of necrophilia, so go for it...”