No

Her eyes light up. “Glad to hear it. Everyone worships me, and I feel the need to be nice to them, but with you I can just drop the pretence, be myself.” She starts unbuttoning her blouse. “I’m going to hurt you so so bad, and then hurt you some more.”

She jumps off the bed, unleashing a karate kick at you, her foot finding your groin. As you keel over, her other foot gives a swift kick to your chin, snapping it back, and then, as you fall to the ground, the metallic taste of blood in your mouth, she’s on your back, an arm around your throat and her legs wrapped round your stomach, squeezing hard.

“This is just the starter,” she says, as you gasp for breath, her perfume filling your nostrils, and you feel the growing pressure on your ribs. “I’ve got so much pain I need to share.”

Just as you think your eyes are about to pop out, she gets off you, letting you lie there and get your breath and your senses back. She circles your aching body, a vision of pleasure and pain in her mini skirt and open blouse, her hands balled into fists, looking down at you defiantly, her nose wrinkled up.

“You must have heard how my parents died when I was still young,” she says, “hit by that meteor.” You flinch as she punctuates the point with a sharp kick to your stomach. “Maybe I should show you.”

And then she’s on the floor next to you, her legs round your neck, laughing at you as you writhe. “Don’t be such a wimp. This isn’t anywhere near the pain they felt.” Her long legs get tighter, and she punches you in the chest repeatedly. And then, for just a second, she allows you to breathe, as she gets up, but then she sits back down firmly on your face, her miniskirt blocking out nearly all light. You struggle for air, as she stays firmly on top of you, her hands pinning down your struggling arms, until finally your struggling stops and the darkness becomes complete.

You wake up in a cornfield, naked, tied to a cross.