It’s the same thing that’s been wrong with me all along of course. I’m a sissy little b***h with an unconscionably depraved craving to be abused and degraded by a pitilessly dominant mistress. The Adona of my imagining was right in her condemnation of me. I’m not any kind of faggot, but I’m certainly no man either – at least not by Sicilian standards. I’m just a despicable pervert of the most contemptible sort.
What further proof of this needed? Chained to my very deathbed, I’m spending my last hours not in prayer or remorse but in an orgy of the most appalling fantasies. Yet why should I not? Escape is clearly impossible, and prayer and panic pointless. My only hope of survival – a ridiculously thin one – remains the women on the other side of that webcam.
Somehow I must convince them
