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Rachel vs the Guillotine
Rachel thought it was just a series of darkly erotic fantasy stories. Stories about women who voluntarily put themselves in deadly peril had always excited her. It was like she’d
found something she’d been searching for her whole life. She was envious of those women willing to die chasing their darkest fantasizes.
I knew since I was young that idea of being the damsel in distress was a turn on. I’d often write story's for my own pleasure, but never shared them. I thought people would commit
me if they knew. I knew my fantasies didn't seem sane, but I knew I wasn't crazy.
However, after I discovered Minos’s website, something profound happened, I suddenly found it easy to express my true feelings. Imagine if the stories featured on his website were
as real as I so desperately wished they were. Perhaps there were other women with fantasies like mine. Finally working up my courage, I emailed him, but he didn't respond. Undeterred,
I shared one of my darkest most erotic fantasies with him, dreaming that maybe he’d offer to bring my fantasy to life, but he still didn’t respond.
Frustrated, I asked again, “If the stories featured on his website were works of fiction or based on real-life, please wouldn’t you tell me? I so desperately want them to be real, so
that I could willingly participate in my own for you.”
Finally, Minos replied, however, he wouldn't commit to them being real, saying merely that they were just fantasies. Still, Rachel pressed him, “I don’t think you truly understand
just how serious I am about this, and I really want my fantasy to become one of your stories.”
Two days went by before he finally replied, “If it were real, just how far you are really willing to go?”
Smiling as I sent my reply, “Beheaded, like in the story I shared with you about being run over by a train, however, if you can’t find a train, dying beneath the razor-sharp
falling blade of a guillotine.”
Sensing that Rachel was serious Minos responded, “What if I told you I have access to a guillotine?”
“Really, do you take volunteers?”
Within minutes Minos replied, “Normally no, but in your case I’m willing to make an exception. I’m willing to trust you but this must remain a secret, you can tell no one about this. How soon can you get to Detroit?”
Thrilled, I typed excitedly and hit send, “I live about an hour’s drive away.”
Minos responded within seconds, “Well, since tomorrow is Friday, let's aim for tomorrow night. I'll make all the arrangements and send you instructions.”
Staring at his response, I was ecstatic. Oh My God, this is really going to happen. My greatest erotic fantasy is actually going to come true!
The next day I eagerly awaited his instructions. It was already past three in the afternoon, and I still hadn’t heard from him. I was just starting to think that maybe this was all too good
to be true, but no sooner did I think that, when another email appeared in my inbox.
“Wear your hair up and dress in something sexy, and there’s a package waiting in your mailbox, something to get you in the mood for this evening’s perilous festivities, be sure to wear what’s
inside. A limo will arrive at eight this evening to pick you up.”
Racing downstairs I discovered a package, one lacking a return address. Returning upstairs to my apartment, I ripped open the package, the contents causing me to blush as the erotic implications sank in.
Early that evening, after a glass or two of wine and long hot bath, one scented with my favorite bath salts, I did my makeup and pinning up my hair started getting dressed. Tall stiletto heels, a
short, figure hugging, pencil skirt and blouse over a corset, thong, tights, and of course the contents of that mysteriously package.
No sooner had I finished dressing and walked back downstairs, where a long black limousine waited, the driver standing by the open back door, “Rachel?”
Surprised, a more than a bit curious I replied as I stepped into the limo, “Yes, but how did you know where to find me?”
Smiling at the look surprise on Rachel’s face the driver closed my door and returning to his place in front, lowered the partition, “We know these things. Now, please hand me your cellphone.”
Nervously removing my cellphone from my purse, I leaned forward handing through the open partition I asked, “Where are we going?”
Still smiling, the driver answered as he raised the partition’s opaque glass, “Just sit back and relax Rachel. We’ll be there in about an hour.”
Watching the highway signs I knew we were nearing the outskirts of Detroit when we exited the highway and entering a rundown industrial park, approached one of the buildings. Once we
stopped the driver walked around to open my door. Then, as I exited the limo, he handed me a key and said, “Down the walkway, the second door to your left, the one under the illuminated light.”
Looking at the driver I nervously asked, “Is there a point of no return?”
Smiling darkly the driver simply stated, “Before you got in the limo.”
Watching the driver walking around the limo, I asked, “Can I have my cellphone back?”
Pausing as he opened the driver’s door, he simply said, “I threw it in the river shortly after we left your apartment building.”
Watching the limo’s tail lights disappearing into the darkness, I nervously looked around. I was standing somewhere deep in an old and mostly abandoned looking industrial park, where even the street
lights were dark. Clearly, I wasn’t in one of the safer parts of Detroit. Struggling to calm my nerves I started toward that illuminated door, the sound of my high heels against the concrete sidewalk
echoing off into the darkness.
Reaching the door, I put the key into the lock and taking a deep breath, closed my eyes as I turned the key and opened the door. Quickly stepping inside I heard the door swinging closed behind me, the
sharp metallic click of the deadbolts relocking behind her.
As the door closed, the hallway where I was standing was plunged into darkness. Pausing to give my eyes a few moments to adjust to my dimly lit surroundings, before I started toward the far end of the
hallway where there seemed to be another door illuminated by an overhead light.
I finally managed to reach the far end of the corridor without tripping on any of the junk that littered the floor. I could feel my heart pounding within my chest as reached out and tried to open the door
only to find it locked. Still holding the key that I used to gain entrance into the building, I inserted it into the keyhole, the key turning effortlessly to unlock this second door. Stepping inside I
heard the door closing behind me, this time plunging me into complete darkness as I heard the door’s deadbolt ominously clicking into place.
Not knowing what to expect I stood quietly alone wrapped in darkness, a moment later, a single overhead spotlight came on, dim at first but slowly growing in brightness as it gradually revealed the room’s
contents, an ominously waiting guillotine. A faint gasp of unexpected terror escaped my lips as I stared at the guillotine’s polished steel glistening in the bright overhead light, its deadly razor-sharp blade
silently waiting, poised high above me.
Noticing what looked like a flat-panel display mounted on a pedestal near the back of the guillotine I nervously approached. The flat panel displayed a large red icon labeled ‘Push to Begin’. Realizing that I
was already hopelessly past the point of no return, I reached out, my hand trembling, and tapped the icon.
Within seconds, the button disappeared from the display, replaced by a short checklist. First, remove my blouse and skirt. Second, if you haven’t done so, pin your hair up before continuing. Third, input preferred
minimum / maximum termination delay intervals. Skip this step if you prefer to use the system's default values. Fourth, and last, when ready to proceed tap the displays ‘Initiate Termination’ icon to begin the
guillotine’s snuff cycle. Please note, that once the guillotine’s bascule finishes moving into its loading position and the lunette and restraints fully open, you will have only have sixty seconds to position yourself
within the bascule’s restraints before they close.
This was all so overwhelmingly terrifying. I felt myself starting to tremble as I stared up at the guillotine’s razor-sharp blade. On the verge of panic, I turned and looked back toward the door and started to walk
towards it. I’d only taken a few steps when I willed myself to stop. Like the driver stated, I’d been past the point of no return the moment I climbed into that limo. Momentarily closing my eyes, I took a deep breath,
then opening my eyes I turned and walked back to the waiting guillotine.
Returning to pedestal’s flat-panel display, I suddenly noticed another icon, one that I’d overlooked, on the lower left corner of the display, ‘Self-Test’. Tapping the iron, I watched as the guillotine went through its
cycle, its bascule rotating backward and down as it’s lunette and restraints opened. Sixty seconds later, the lunette and restraints swung closed and the bascule rotated upward and forward until it locked back in
place. After a momentary delay, the screen started to display a ten second countdown, three, two, one, and with a sharp metallic ping as the blade suddenly fell.
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