Chapter Four
Still banging and crashing and screeching through the sinister room where my boring old life ended, my unspeakably exciting new one had begun (and seemed certain to finish) was that appallingly discordant heavy metal music.
Despite my burgeoning masochism, this was at least one form of torture I found myself unable to relish or even appreciate. Struck by this thought as a particularly talentless and trite composition thundered around me I felt anew that foreboding that perhaps pain of another order entirely was approaching, a kind or level of suffering I’d be as incapable of accommodating as that horrendous music. But when Goddess Julia returned to me and selected another item from her fetish collection, I was given no particular reason to suspect this – at least not yet.
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