Admit it, you were always a little more interested in torture than most.
More fascinated by racks at museums. Watching more attentively when characters were interrogated on TV. You thought about dungeons more than most.
Being led into a room filled with all manner of restraints, knowing it is a place of torment where practiced hands will extract your confession, no matter how unwilling.
By stock, or rack, or torture table, you imagined whether you could take it. Who doesn't imagine themselves the brave hero, resisting torture on behalf of a greater good?
You knew of course, you WOULDN'T resist pain, and didn't really want to. But your mind lingered on the concept... and you realised you still sort of wanted the experience.
Being captured, bound, left waiting for a fate you KNOW is inevitable... these all held your attention. You wanted to taste the powerlessness, be left helpless, the most sensitive parts of you exposed to the cool air of the dungeon and then overpowering sensation administered by someone who just won't stop until they get what they want.
Somebody sadistic. Somebody infinitely creative with ways to hold your body perfectly still, ways to restrict and enhance your senses to tune the torment to the EXACT frequency that will break you.
Somebody who understands your secret craving, and will make you experience every facet of that desire to be pushed. Tested.
Broken.
Someone who will have you as their captive, get inside your head and let you experience what you always wanted.
Torture.
