Bound and gagged, I'm brought to the black room. I've not seen his face, and I don't know what he has in store for me. Slaps and punches rain down on my body as his insults flow, playing on my insecurities and fears. Even the tender flesh of my underarms isn't safe from his canes and slaps, but this is just his way of warming me up. Now he's got me overwhelmed, The Intruder wants to push me harder. Hogtied on the wet floor, he brings out two of my most feared toys - the cattle prod and a bunch of spring nettles. me to choose over and over again between the short, intense sting of the cattle prod, and the long, slow burn of the nettles, it soon becomes obvious which I fear the most