Even at the Resort, fulfilling some desires, especially gruesome ones, often requires professional help. Maxine’s booked a session with one of the Resort’s professional
torturers. The concierge desk briefed the torturer beforehand with all the intimate details of her darkly gruesome, masochistic fantasy.
I felt my heart skip a beat as the torturer, anonymous behind his face-concealing mask, pulled a white-hot, glowing iron out of the brazer’s flames. I knew that tonight
would be about fulfilling all my desperately masochistic desires, that after long hours of gruesome, unrelenting torture, I’d die screaming in agony as the torturer
brutally ripped my guts out. Tonight, there will be no mercy, just pain, unbearable, inescapable pain, my only reprieve, death.
The Resort, where all your darkly gruesome desires, especially if these desires end up killing you, will be fulfilled...