Tonight, Ellan has a reservation with one of the Resort’s most infamous staff members, the mysterious diabolic serial killer known only as Ghost. Anonymous behind his face-concealing metal mask, over the last three decades, he’s murdered hundreds of beautiful women, producing videos of their agonizingly torturous demises to sell to members of his select snuff film audience.

Having seen several of his blood and gore-soaked videos, I’m eagerly looking forward to enduring hours of delightfully gruesome horrors, gut-wrenching unbearable torture, and unspeakable mutilation before we reach this evening’s grand finale. A finale where I’ll die in an obscenely agonizing explosion of blood and gore as he ruthlessly disembowels me.

In a few minutes, he’ll arrive to strap this ball gag tightly within my mouth, then going to the post mounted winch you see behind me, slowly raising my wrists higher behind my back until my toes can barely brush the floor. After that, brutally obscene things will happen, gross, horrifically torturous abuses, so that hours from now, when he finally picks up that knife, I’ll gladly welcome the agonizing sensation of that cold steel blade slipping deep into my guts.

I hope that tonight, he takes note of all the things that make me whimper, all the things that make me scream because the Resort’s concierge desk was nice enough to reserve his attentions for the next two nights of my stay...