This was the last night. The living room had become a complete torture dungeon. Chains hung from every beam. The suspension bar was ready in the center. Canes, whips, electro wands, heavy clamps, huge plugs, and every toy I owned were laid out like instruments of destruction. The red light was low and cruel.
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