Waiting for him in her Resort villa’s study, Kimberly wasn’t surprised when he stepped out of the shadows dressed in that medieval executioner’s uniform.
“I see you found the Resort’s costume shop. Nice choice, by the way. I’ve always been a sucker for the whole medieval executioner look. So, since I have my
own private torture chamber here at the Resort, what nefarious delights do you have in mind for this evening? Perhaps the rack, with me stretched agonizingly
taut as you indulge your darkest evil desires, torturing me to death with sharp skewers, glowing hot irons, and other agonizing medieval tools of cruel
mutilation. Or maybe you’d prefer something more torturously brutal, like the Iron Maiden. Nothing fuels my darkly masochistic desires more than spending two
or three days helplessly impaled upon the Iron Maiden’s razor-sharp spikes, screaming in unrelenting agony as I slowly bleed to death for your amusement.”
A smile of darkly eager anticipation appeared on Kimberly’s face, “So, what’s your darkest desire going to be this holiday season? After all, I’m already wearing red...”