Imagine agreeing to let your sadistic villain or killer f/o hurt you however they want, as long as they don’t kill you.

You agree to let them take you by surprise, and you spend all day nervous with anticipation about when they’ll strike, and what they’ll do to you.

You spend the whole day without seeing them, wondering what is going on, when you finally decide to go to bed.

You open your bedroom door to find your bed covered in plastic sheets and lined with restraints; on your bedside table are an array of sharp and brutal implements.

Just as you’re registering what you’re seeing, a hand presses a sweet smelling rag to your face, and you drop unconscious.

When you wake up, you find you have been strapped tightly to the bed by the restraints, and your f/o is looming over you, smiling, and holding an implement in hand…