Just like in Edgar Allan Poe's story The Pit and the Pendulum, I am to face a swinging blade that is lowering towards my body. I am topless and covered in body oil. I am strapped down on my back to a table with my arms and legs stretched out. My wrists are locked in cuffs above my head, showing off my armpits, and my ankles are locked in cuffs below me with my legs spread. I am topless and wearing a skimpy lace thong that shows off the curves of my pussy very well. There is a cleave gag in my mouth, so there is no use in calling for help. When I first see the pendulum I think this must be s...

Just like in Edgar Allan Poe's story The Pit and the Pendulum, I am to face a swinging blade that is lowering towards my body. I am topless and covered in body oil. I am strapped down on my back to a table with my arms and legs stretched out. My wrists are locked in cuffs above my head, showing off my armpits, and my ankles are locked in cuffs below me with my legs spread. I am topless and wearing a skimpy lace thong that shows off the curves of my pussy very well. There is a cleave gag in my mouth, so there is no use in calling for help. When I first see the pendulum I think this must be some kind of bad dream. However, I do not wake up and become very afraid. I stare at the pendulum in fear and then it starts moving back and forth. I struggle and try to call for help, but my bonds and gag are too tight. Soon the blade starts to lower towards my belly. It won't be long before it reaches me and slices me in half. I look desperately around the room for a way out and struggle the best I can to get out of my bondage, but it is no use. I am trapped and the pendulum will soon get me. The fear causes me to break out in a heavy sweat. My arm pits and my body glisten as the pendulum swings back and forth, lowering closer and closer to my belly. I have never been so terrified. Eventually it reaches my stomach and cuts me. I scream in pain and in pure terror. I cry out until I can cry no more. The pendulum has won.