A while later a small-framed man came into the dungeon, wheeling an electrical contraption with numerous wires hanging from hooks on its sides. I looked at it carefully, knowing my night was not going to be much fun. But I was not in this room for my enjoyment. I was bound here to scream and yell, providing s****l release for some very sadistic people. They’ll get off on my pain.
“Hi…,” he said with a friendly smile. “They tell me you really like pain. I sure hope so, because I pride myself on being the master of electrical torture. I’m going to have so much fun tonight. I can’t wait to hook these wires to your balls and c**k and light up your world. It will be better than the Fourth of July. I doubt if you’ll enjoy it no matter how much of a masochist you are, but I will.
He reached up
