**Chapter 2: Descent into Darkness**

The tall, imposing figure beckoned Sarah to approach him, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic intensity that made her skin crawl. The woman handed Sarah a small, sparkling dress, and gestured for her to put it on. Sarah complied, her mind numb with fear as she slipped into the dress. The figure stood up, his movements fluid and menacing, and gestured for Sarah to follow him. She trailed behind him, her heart heavy with dread, as he led her to a raised platform in the center of the room. The platform was surrounded by a gallows-like structure, with a trapdoor that seemed to yawn open like a mouth. As Sarah's eyes adjusted to the light, she saw that the trapdoor was not what it seemed. Underneath it was a massive pole, slick with lubricant and tipped with a sharp, glinting point. Sarah's stomach churned with nausea as the figure gestured for her to get on her knees. The woman approached her, carrying a set of weights that she attached to Sarah's nipples and ankles. Sarah cried out in pain as the weights pulled her down, stretching her skin to its limits. The figure gestured again, and Sarah slowly lowered herself onto her knees, her body trembling with fear. The trapdoor creaked ominously as the figure pulled it open, revealing the pole in all its gruesome glory. Sarah's eyes were fixed on the pole, her mind frozen with terror, as the figure leaned in close. "You see, sweetie," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, "you're going to take a little ride." The trapdoor creaked again, and then it was open, leaving Sarah poised above the pole. She felt a sense of weightlessness, as if she was floating in mid-air, before she felt the pole slide into her. The pain was indescribable, a screaming agony that seemed to tear her apart. As the metal pole heated up, Sarah's vision began to blur. She felt herself being consumed by a wave of heat, as if her body was being cooked from the inside out. The pole seemed to grow hotter and hotter, until it was white hot, searing her flesh with an agony that was almost too much to bear. The figure watched, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure, as Sarah's body began to convulse. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her mouth opened in a silent scream, as she was impaled on the pole, her body burning with an agony that seemed to have no end.