Snuff

[gagged_Louise]

One question I have for everyone;
If you knew your body and soul would be restored twenty four hours later would you do it?
You will have still experienced being tortured and killed and that memory will remain with you forever

If you could experienced being snuffed knowing that your
death would not be permanent would you do it?

That's another really good question. I don't think I can give a definite answer, but if we'll suppose this knowledge that you will be restored (and without any broken bones, just some momentary pain) was with me before but somehow blocked out once they started torturing me hard, so that I thought I was going to die permanently then hesitantly yes. But I wouldn't see it happening as some kind of "lust murder" by a lover, more in the kind of context I was onto in my post: captured in wartime or during a rebellion, taken prisoner by pirates in the old days, or something like that. And the people who did it or watched it would think I was being done in for good too, and would jeer at me. hoot that I was gonna die like scum (yikes!)

I agree with Lucy that the idea that death might ever be reversed and your body and soul restored after 24 hours somehow misses the point of asking if it's hot to consider death, seen as a final act of sacrifice, humiliation or just of being snuffed out non-con, butchered, so that's why one would have to be thinking one were killed for good and face that destiny. But since the only part of this that turns me on is as liminal fantasy - and not very often - I think the question works for me. I've never seen a real "snuff movie" of somebody being mutilated and beaten to death - even if it would only be acting - and the idea revolts me.

Maybe this is the kind of vicarious thrill we get from seeing some kind of suspense movies where the heroine is bound and knows she is about to be tortured and killed - of course in the film she escapes 99 times out of 100. I couldn't point out just how strongly this connects with my submissive side, some of the actions are the same only harsher, but the setting is so different from what I would ever really wish a lover to do to me.

The scene in The Count Of Monte Cristo where Dantès escapes by changing place with the dead body of Faria, and his swathed body suddenly has a heavy cannonball bound to it at the feet and he's hurled over the cliff into the stormy sea - it's always been fascinating to me. It has a Hitchcock-like feeling, this is really a borderline scene, and of course his escape is quite implausible, but so what...

I wouldn't want to be walking around in fear that it would happen again - well, do I have to stress that? So this is a really hypothetical question, but a good one.