Monday evening March 30, 2020, on the patio of Rachel’s private villa

I knew I leave soon for a North Tower appointment, but before I headed out, I thought I’d take a moment to update my companion’s journal. “Computer open a new entry in my journal. Begin recording.”

“It’s hard to imagine that I’d been an indentured Resort companion for an entire year. I’d never in my wildest dreams imagined that I’d have a life like this, or that I’d be brutally tortured to death 311 times since the first time I woke up here on the island.”

“Of course, that also means, counting this morning’s regeneration, if you count the two times, I underwent regeneration before I even knew about the Resort, I’ve now undergone 313 regeneration cycles. Not that I’m complaining since they were nice enough to do a few special modifications that I’ve requested over the past few months. Nothing too dramatic, just a few slight improvements, like a slimmer waist, firmer abs and a pair of slightly longer legs. The legs were the trickiest improvement. They weren’t justified until one of the more notorious Vacation Club members spent an agonizingly gruesome night methodically dismembering me with a chainsaw.”

“Anyway, it’s time to head out for my appointment, the guest reservation specialist hinted that I might find tonight rather exciting. Personally, I think I’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Computer end recording and save journal entry as both video and searchable text.”

Well, as it turns out, what the reservation specialist said turned out to be an understatement. Entering the underground torture chamber, I stopped, and stared in surprise at the gruesome sight revealed before my eyes. In the center of the chamber stood a blood-stained wooden block in the middle of a large pool of dried blood, with a badly stained wicker basket directly before it. Suddenly the request, that I pin my hair up, made horrifying sense.

As I was taking all this in, a man dressed in a black executioner’s uniform stepped out of the shadows holding a massive medieval looking axe.

The look of coldness in his eyes sent a shiver of delightful masochistic anticipation coursing through me as I unhesitatingly stepped forward and bending down placed my neck invitingly across the top of the block.

I felt my heartbeat racing as out of the corner of my eye, I could see him approaching. I could see him raising the axe high over his head. Sadly, this was where everything went unexpectedly sideways.

Hours later, I awoke at the end of my 314th regeneration, and trust me, not my best morning. Turning to the regeneration technician, I said, “Tell that reservation specialist I’ll be calling her when I get back to my villa, and she better be there to take my call, or I’ll hunt her down myself!”

Tuesday night March 31, 2020, in the study of Rachel’s private villa

Pouring myself a glass of wine, I paused to stare up at the night’s full moon. “Computer open a new entry in my journal. Begin recording.”

“Turns out that the Vacation Club member welding that axe last night, had never beheaded a woman before, or for that matter, never actually held an axe before. To say he was way out of his depth would be a serious understatement.”

“You would think that the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, would at least take a few lessons on how to swing an axe before trying to chop off a woman’s head with one. Instead, it took him three swings, the first one hitting me in the shoulder, the second missing completely, before he finally managed to decapitate me on his third swing.”

“All that being said, I blame the reservation specialist, Nikki. She knew this guy had never swung an axe before, and she didn’t bother mentioning it. Sadly, as an indentured Resort companion, I can’t file an HR complaint against her, but the one thing that I’ve come to realize about the Resort, assuming I decide to stay on as a regular Resort companion after my indentured contract is complete, is that I truly have all the time in the world to exact my revenge...”

“Computer end recording and save journal entry in my private encrypted text-only folder.”