Liz stared into Marcus抯 eyes in disbelief, 揟hat抯 not possible I remember being there, the beaches, the nightlife, the shopping.�
Marcus laughed, 揙f course you do, but that抯 the point. The reality is that you抳e spent your last eighteen winter holidays here in this dungeon torture chamber as my personal guest at the Resort. As for your memories, they抮e artificial. Computer generated and implanted in your mind on the final night before your return flight back to Heathrow.�
Seeing the look of horror in Liz抯 eyes Marcus paused to poured himself a glass of wine, 揂nd Liz, don抰 be too sure about Scotland Yard investigating your murder because tonight isn抰 going to be the first time you die in this dungeon torture chamber and I can promise you it will not be the last.�
Terrified Liz responded, 揗arcus have you lost your mind, please don抰 do this, please I don抰 want to die!�
Pausing to savor the taste of the wine, 揘ormally I抎 agree with you Liz but here at the Resort you have no choice but to die screaming in agony as many times and as often as it amuses me.�
Seeing the expected look of confusion in Liz抯 eyes Marcus continued, 揃ack in the late eighty抯 the researcher抯 here at the Resort developed a process they refer to as regeneration. When a guest arrives at the Resort for the first time their scanned, their body mapped at a molecular level. This allows the guest抯 body to be regenerated back to its exact state at the time the scan was performed.�
揌aven抰 you wondered why you抳e remained young and vibrant while all your friends have slowly grown older? Or, how is it that having just celebrated your fourthly fourth birthday your body remains as beautiful as it was at twenty five? Every time you die within the walls of this torture chamber you抮e brought back to life, your lifeless remains regenerated using the scan data from nineteen years ago so that you awake young, vibrant and ready for another brutally torturous night of slow agonizing death for my amusement.�
Stepping closer Marcus grabbed Liz by the neck and roughly pushed her back against the wall, the sudden explosion of fear as she felt the cold blade of the knife pressing into her skin at the side of her waist.
Smiling at the look of terror in his ex-wife抯 eyes, 揑 know you can抰 remember but over the years I抳e actually gotten quite good at this, still, try not to move Liz I抎 hate for the knife to cut to deep and spoil all the fun.�
Liz screamed in agony as Marcus sliced her open, the razor-sharp blade tracing a line of mind searing agony across her belly as Marcus cruelly disemboweled her.�
Stepping back to admire his handiwork Marcus smiled, 揓ust exquisite perfection my dear, the blade opened your belly, cutting just deep enough to sever your abdominal muscles without damaging any of your internal organs, and based upon the last few hundred times I抳e done this to you, you should last well into the morning before you finally expire. Then, after a few hours in the regeneration tank, you抣l awake to find yourself upon the rack.�
The true horror of what Marcus was saying barely registered as Liz helplessly watched her intestines uncoiling out of her belly as they spilled to the torture chamber抯 floor.
Watching in sadistic satisfaction as his ex-wife抯 entrails slowly piled up around her feet, Marcus was already anticipating all the delightfully torturous ways Liz would be dying for his amusement on the remainder of her four month winter holiday...