My latest tweet:
Agreed to be pulled by hair into 100 year old cellar dungeon in a few days. Bound & tortured. 6 hrs min. Butterflies in tummy have started.
Butterflies is a serious understatement.
I am trying not to think about it...Being dragged down the stairs...
Trying not to imagine the muffled sounds, the musty smell, the darkness...
If I can keep busy I won't think about the tools and devices he has collected over the past 25 years...
I won't wonder what he is going to do to pull out the guaranteed screams and tears...
Trying not to picture medieval torture chambers in my mind...
Six hours minimum...
I am not doing a very good job not thinking about it...
Why am I so wet?
Why am I so wet?
