I became an indentured Resort companion four years ago on March 29, 2019, the night I died. Of course, that wasn’t the first time I died. However, back then, they neglected to tell me about it, but that’s another story.

As an indentured companion, the Resort owns me for the ten years of my involuntary contract. Still, the annual million-dollar salary does help to ease my servitude. That, and after my indentured companion contract expires, I have the option of becoming a regular Resort companion with an annual salary of twenty million.

Also, one of the great perks of being employed here at the Resort is unlimited access to their regeneration process, which keeps you from growing older and makes you virtually immortal, which is vital for companions since we usually end up being brutally tortured to death at least six nights a week for the amusement of the Resort vacation club’s more sadistic members.

Access to regeneration is rather important tonight since I’m staring at the grand finale of the Resort’s Theater of Death...

For me, tonight is special. I’m to die under the razor-sharp falling blade of the Guillotine. It turns out that death by decapitation has long been one of my darkest erotic fantasies. In fact, it’s how I died on that darkly fateful night back in 2019.

Now, staring out into the eyes of tonight’s audience, I can see the look of eager excitement in their eyes. In the last hour, they’ve witnessed obscenely torturous death. Woman after woman brutally butchered for their perverted sexual amusement. But, now it’s time for the evening’s grand finale, the Guillotine.

The executioner secured my arms behind my back and snuggly closed the Guillotine’s lunette around my neck. The audience fell silent as his hand moved to the Guillotine’s release

With his hand resting on the release, the executioner smiled at the audience, “The Resort’s Theater of Death harkens back to the early twentieth-century Paris Theatre of the Macabre, the Grand-Guignol, performances where it’s believed that many of the show’s most beautiful female actresses willingly lost their lives.”

Pausing momentarily, he continued, “The Resort’s Theater of Death has no pretense of magic or illusion. The unspeakablely cruel and brutal things that occur here are real. The blood and death, regardless of whether the victim is an audience member or a Resort companion, are always real.”

Suddenly, I heard a faint metallic click and felt the vibration of that heavy, weighted blade falling toward me. I desperately opened my mouth to cry out, but before I could utter a sound, that razor-sharp blade decapitated me in a horrifying explosion of agonizing pain.

I felt my head fall forward as the Guillotine’s blade finished its gruesome work. I knew I still had a few remaining seconds of consciousness, enough time for the executioner to pick up my decapitated head and hold it high so the applauding audience could see my lips moving and my eyes blinking as I finally died.

Thanks to the Guillotine’s incredibly sharp blade, the regeneration process only required a few short hours to repair and revive Rachel. After a brief recovery, she returned to her Resort companion’s villa just after midnight.

Back at her villa, Rachel took a quick shower to wash off any lingering traces of regeneration fluid before opening a bottle of wine.

It was another warm Caribbean night at the Resort. The early evening rain had subsided, leaving a clear sky with a lovely full moon.

Pausing to take a sip of wine, I raised a hand, my fingertips lightly caressing the side of my throat. The torturous kiss of the Guillotine’s razor-sharp blade is still fresh in my mind as my fingers slip down to toy with my throbbing, painfully erect nipples. I’ve always found decapitation, especially by Guillotine, a painful yet intensely erotic experience.

Sadly, the Theater of Death only features the Guillotine on the season’s final weekend. Still, there are two performances this weekend, one on Friday evening and a second on Saturday. A faint smile of anticipation appears as I glance over at the clock. Luckily, it will be Saturday morning in a few hours when the sun finally comes up...