NOTE: This file was improvised. This script is a transcription.

 

Open your eyes, pet.

No more sleep for you.

 

Time to feel the suffering.

You’ve earned it~

 

Oh? Do you disagree?

Hm. Sounds to be a lie, don’t you think?

I’ve no reason to trust you.

You have every reason to beg for mercy.

You’d say what you must to avoid impending cruelty, hm~?

I don’t blame you. Tis only human nature.

 

Alas… T’will not save you.

Whatever have you done to deserve this…? Are you truly unaware? Have you lost your memory?

Hm. No matter. The crime is cast. That will not change, whether you remember it or not.

Someone must atone. Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. Do you not wish for evil wrongdoers to suffer?

So why are you the exception?

If you’ve done wrong, then you must suffer.

Tis as simple as ever.

 

Patience, pet.

The pillory is not meant to be a soft place to rest. It is designed for pain. To administer you pain.

You deserve pain, pet.

Because you’ve done wrong. You know you have.

Confess what you’ve done.

 

….. Still don’t remember?

… Hm.

I believe you will remember in time. Perhaps the suffering will spin your memory.

 

(Pillory unlocks)

Sit up. Yes, yes, your back will hurt. You’ve been hunched over in the pillory for several hours as you slept.

Clearly it isn’t enough pain if you still don’t remember your wrongs.

What kind of fool do you take me for? I’m not setting you free. You can’t even stand straight after those hours in the pillory.

 

Now feel. The tenderness of your wrists and your neck. Those will become the least of your concerns. Enjoy the peace while it lasts.

(Kick, fall to floor)

Peace is over.

Now pull your back straight.

(Back crack sounds, metal fastening)

Be careful~

If you bend back over, the heretic’s fork will get you. That’s instant death~

 

You seem to not be very observant… Unaware of your nudity… Your lack of hair….

I cut it all off while you slept…. And when you woke… You robbed me of the satisfaction of your lovely misery.

Do you not deserve to be punished for that as well?

You can make it all stop if you confess.

3.. 2.. 1… Confess.

3.. 2.. 1… Confess.

3.. 2.. 1… Drop.

 

Don’t fall. Hold yourself upright if you want to live. Don’t bend. Don’t sway. Be still. Or you’re going to die.

Do you want to die?

I suppose it is one way to end your suffering…

Although I’d prefer you alive. I’d prefer you confess~

I’d rather see you suffer.

Scream.

Cry.

Bleed.

We’ll get there.

 

Don’t fret… Moving is dangerous to you now. Be careful to hold completely still. Neck straight. Body straight. Spread your legs, slowly now.

If you refuse, I’ll just make you do it myself, and you will get very hurt in the action. Much more pain than if you simply do as you’re told.

Do it now.

Spread your legs.

More.

More.

More.

 

Now. You may or may not have heard of this nifty little tool. Many believe it to be… a fake. Deterrent.

A little something called the pear of anguish.

Does it ring a bell?

 

Keep those legs open.

Or I will hurt you much worse than this little contraption could ever….

 

I’m going to bend you back over.

It should be very relieving… After you’ve been in the pillory for so long, after all.

But make sure to keep your neck straight. Do your best.

It may scratch. You may bleed. But if you keep still enough, you’ll live.

No matter which way you go, it’ll be very entertaining for me.

Do you understand?

 

Kneel.

Bend.

Drop.

Not completely.

Now.

I’m about to spread you open. And it will hurt. Very, very, much.

But listen.

Just relax.

It’ll get much worse.

I promise.

 

Hold still.

In you go.

How much do you know about the pear of anguish?

You’re about to get to know it very intimately.

Sliding in.

Deep inside.

That’s right.

Right into your filthy little hole.

 

Now, before we go any further. Do you have anything you’d like to confess, hm?

I know you know what you did.

I know it, you know it, so confess.

 

No?

Well.

Deeper.

Deeper we go.

 

You won’t get used to it.

It’ll continue to be overwhelming, painful… a lot.

Which is intentional. The point is to make you suffer for what you’ve done.

 

Hm, don’t say that, pet.

I know you know what you did.

You made eye contact with me as you did it.

So go ahead.

Tell me.

And this’ll all be over.

Otherwise. I keep pushing in. Deeper and deeper.

That’s right.

Keep your neck straight. Keep it straight. Or you’ll die.

If you want any chance of getting out of here alive, you will confess.

 

Well, then.

The pear is all in.

Can you feel it? Deep inside you?

Sliding in to the hilt.

That’s right.

 

Now.

I don’t know how much you know about the pear of anguish… but…

Click.

Click.

Do you feel it now?

Widening up inside you?

Click.

By.

Click.

Opening you up, from deep inside.

Deeper and wider.

Yes. Yes. I hope it hurts. Tis alright to scream. To cry. It hurts. I know. I know it hurts. That’s the point, pet.

 

But you can make it all stop.

All you have to do is confess.

The crime has been cast.

You know.

So just say it.

The sooner you say it, the sooner you do, the sooner you confess, the sooner this pain can stop.

Do you really not understand that?

How daft are you?

Do you want to die?

You’re acting like you do.

You’re acting like you want me to make it so much worse for you.

And I can. Easily.

Click.

Click.

Click.

 

Your sinner hole is stretched beyond repair. So the damage has been done.

I suppose I can tell you what you did.

Since you seem to not understand anything.

Perhaps the pillory fried your brain.

Perhaps… You’re a sick little fuck, aren’t you?

 

Now listen.

Listen close, listen close.

Let me tell you what you did.

Why you deserve this torture.

 

Well. First of all, in case you didn’t notice, this is not the Tower of London.

Nobody knows you’re here. Except for me and you.

But that won’t last.

And you know why?

 

Of course you don’t. You don’t even know why you’re here, pet.

You’re here, feeling this pain, this torture, because… you were there.

I’ll explain slowly.

Alright.

You happened to be in the same place as me when I was out looking for some fun.

Do you understand?

You were simply there.

You were easy.

You were a prime victim.

You simply made yourself available to me.

You were easy.

To take home with me.

To lock up in the pillory.

To make you suffer.

 

So. Do you understand what you did?

Will you confess?

Do you understand your wrongs?

Do you understand?

What you must confess?

Confess.

That you were simply there.

That you were an easy target.

Easy.

Easy.

Your wrongdoing was existing. In the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Existing.

Where I existed.

Isn’t that just unfortunate? For you?

Very fortunate for me.

 

Perfect.

Beauty.

Lovely.

And soon…. Bloody.

 

I look forward to seeing what color you’ll bleed for me.

How much will you bleed for me?

How fast will it burst from your veins?

Are you going to make a big mess for me?

Too bad I can’t enlist you to clean up your own spill. To force you to see how much you bled for me.

 

You truly are daft, aren’t you?

Do you really think I’d subject you to all this torment, cruelty, torture… and still let you go?

You daft little thing.

You’re not going anywhere.

You’re spending the last of your minutes right here.

On my floor.

Whether you can’t stand the pressure of my pear of anguish, or the heretic’s fork catches your throat….

Eventually you’ll get tired. And you’ll fall. And you’ll bleed. And you’ll make me very happy.

Do you understand?

It excites me.

 

So… I suppose I should tell you that you’ve been very good. Very daft. Easy. Very perfect. To torture.

And when you’re ready to finally stop fighting, you can Drop, and sleep for eternity.

Sleep.

Shhhh.

You can sleep.

Now that you understand what you’ve done.

Now that you know how you’ve wronged me.

Now that you know you’ll never be escaping. You’ll never be free… The length of your torture depends on you.

Whether you want to give up now or later. It’s all up to you.

 

You can end your suffering whenever you accept defeat, demise, your wrongdoing.

Tis the ultimate form of torture. Isn’t it a beauty? Isn’t it just yummy?

 

How about another…

Click.

For good measure.

Click.

Click.

Click.

I’ll open you up. Until you can’t stand it any longer. And until then…

Click.

Click.

I’ll get to savor your delectable screams.

Click.

Click.

Beautiful.

Such a daft beauty.

Silly… Daft… Beauty.

Click.

Click.

 

Does it hurt? Because you deserve it.

You deserve the pain.

For being in my way.

And you’ll be yet another mess for me to clean.

All the more reason to punish you. To make you suffer.

Don’t you agree?

You deserve it.

Just wait for it all to be over.

Just wait.

Your life is in my hands.

My whims.

My tools.

My victim.

My cruelty.

My beauty.

Mine.

That’s what you are.

The ultimate form of submission.

Placing your life in my hands.

Completely.

Totally.

Utterly.

Mine.

 

From now til the end of time. The end of your time.

From now until your head thunks the floor. All for me. Just for me.

Perfect.

Beauty.

Cruelty.

Happy.

Fading to black.

All for me.

There you go.

So perfect.

All mine.

Beauty.

Cruelty.

 

Sinking down. Sinking down.

For good.

Very very good.

Your life is all mine.

And everything is as it is supposed to be.

Perfect.

Cruel.

Happy,.

Dark.

Painful.

Mine.

All of it.

All of you.

Mine.

Click.

 

Godbwye

Off with you.