"You'll never get away with this," I said, scowling at the accursed villain.
She just laughed. How anyone so beautiful could be so evil I had no idea, but even now, suspended above an uncertain doom, I couldn't help but admire her. Or envy her, perhaps. Her classic French features, reminiscent of Catherine Deneuve or Isabelle Huppert, combined with that cool demeanour of French women, made her seem as sophisticated as she was sexy. And deadly.
Certainly I envied her designer dress, not least because I was naked, several pairs of gleeful eyes surreptitiously enjoying my helpless exposure. "It's not too late to make a deal," I said, unable to keep the whine of desperation from my voice.
"Oh, James," she said. "The only thing you could offer me is another taste of that sweet, shaven pussy." She licked her lips as if remembering the number we performed the night before. I scowled at her, even as I felt myself flush with embarrassment. My attempted seduction of her had ended with me receiving a prolonged spanking, which left my cheeks with a lingering flush that must be clearly visible to her minions.
She pressed a button on the crane remote, and above me the machinery lurched into motion, lowering me slowly into the dark hole. I struggled uselessly to free my arms from the restraints, and failed to find purchase with my feet. Once my waist was below floor level, she halted the descent. "I can't stay to watch," she said, "but don't worry. The event will be streamed live - to the world."
Laughing maniacally, she turned and left, taking all her minions with her. Leaving me alone - hopefully to attempt a last minute miraculous escape. Not that I could do more than dangle from the heavy duty chains that held me up. I had no idea how deep the hole was.
But I did suddenly have an idea of the true danger. Something was touching my feet. Something alive. Sinuous. Slimy. I tried to kick it away but it snared my ankles and coiled higher with sinister intention. I was trained to deal with bad situations, trained to think instead of giving in to panic, but I could see no way out of this terrible fate - unless I should be rescued by my people. A slender hope, almost impossibly unlikely, but a thread to cling to all the same.
"Kraken," I whispered, giving it its name. Genetically engineered, semi-intelligent, designed to inflict intolerable pleasure.