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He thinks of the Insex set as an autopsy room, where bodies are laid out, sliced, and cracked open. He thinks of the show as vivisection, as a method of discovery, every ounce of female flesh – a book. And her hair falling down about her throat, her painted lips and eyes, the endless fabric of young skin, her limbs, fingers, hair, cunt – a library. He studies her. He tests her endurance during the first hour with metal, the next hour with wrap after wrap of rope, and for the third hour, rubber. He weighs her down, ties her body into knots, encases her, then relents. After he is finished with the first torments, he begins.

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In the darkness, my fear is heightened. The anticipation of what’s to come builds inside my gut. In the darkness, I submit control. Acting on instinct, I take no responsibility for my actions. In the darkness, I see a little more clearly. I can no longer feel the mask that keeps me in the dark. My barrier from reality has become a part of me. It has become….comfortable.

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