What was she doing here again? This place was spooky enough during the day, when she and her co-host presented their disturbingly popular TV show, demonstrating ancient torture instruments. Now, at night, the reconstructed devices in the old warehouse seemed even more threatening, only sparsely lit by a few fluorescent lamps. And she had agreed to try them out? Proposed it even? To "spice up" their fledgling relationship of just a few months? Yes, it had been her idea, and she had apparently been sober when she brought it up, too. Much to her horror and excitement, he had accepted instead of running away screaming. Well, this kind of show probably did attract people who were into that sort of thing, come to think of it...
He would be here in a few minutes. The thought made her legs a little wobbly, and she sat down. She was excited, yes, but she had also seen what these machines could do to their poor dummies. Most of the time, she had inflicted it on them herself. She was putting an awful lot of trust in his restraint here. If he lost control, or misjudged something, they were looking at a very awkward trip to the hospital. "A tragic torture rack accident..."; that would sure be a laugh riot for the poor, bored doctors. The thought made her chuckle to herself.
But there was also something else. A feeling of curiosity and, yes, joy which she could not quite explain and which pushed away her fears, giving her that same odd drive that had made her propose this crazy plan in the first place.
A car was approaching. It could only be him...
He would be here in a few minutes. The thought made her legs a little wobbly, and she sat down. She was excited, yes, but she had also seen what these machines could do to their poor dummies. Most of the time, she had inflicted it on them herself. She was putting an awful lot of trust in his restraint here. If he lost control, or misjudged something, they were looking at a very awkward trip to the hospital. "A tragic torture rack accident..."; that would sure be a laugh riot for the poor, bored doctors. The thought made her chuckle to herself.
But there was also something else. A feeling of curiosity and, yes, joy which she could not quite explain and which pushed away her fears, giving her that same odd drive that had made her propose this crazy plan in the first place.
A car was approaching. It could only be him...