Yes

“I hope you realise this is nothing personal.” She walks over to your hanging body. “It’s only a game, and it looks like my turn is over,” she says, her hand stroking your bare chest. Her knee then smashes into your balls, hard, the intense pain sending tears to your eyes, as you can’t help but buckle and writhe in place. “Your turn is just beginning,” she informs you.

She looks up at your pained expression. “There, there, you didn’t think twelve was the number, did you? Where would be the fun in that? No, I stop when I reach zero.”

She looks at your puzzled glance, and replies with a second knee to your balls, harder than the first, You think they’re on fire, as you twist and struggle to no avail. Me remains silent, as she watches your pain, a smile on her face.

“Ready to listen again? Good. Anyway, you were looking puzzled, my pet. Surely you realize that the dice will show zero one day, once the dots on them have faded.” She steps back from you and kicks you in the balls, with such **** you jolt up in the air, before falling down again, straining against your manacles.

“That’s right,” she says, not even waiting for you to recover before unleashing yet another two blows to your testicles. “This is a long game.”

You hang there, as you realize this ‘game’ is never going to end.

“You should thank me.” she says, as she once more rams her knee into your groin. You’ve lost count by now of how many times, you hope you reach twelve soon. “I’m showing you what it’s like to be an immortal, cramming the millennia upon millennia of pain into your brief life,” her foot makes rapid contact with your aching balls twice in succession. “I’ll make your life seem like it’s never going to end, make you experience every second of it, never even let you sleep. That’s what being immortal’s like,” she says, the smile slipping from her face, so it now appears childlike and ****. Then the smile returns, bigger than ever, as she kicks you once again. “It’s maddening.”

“So this will be your life,” she tells you, “unless you finally make it to the fading of the dots, but none of You have so far...”

What must be yet another perception filter disappears fleetingly and you look up to see the skeletal remains of her many other manacled victims hanging far above you in the large tall room.

“Yes, you’ll be just like them,” she tells you, “gone and forgotten, even by me eventually. Though each night, when you can’t take anymore, I’ll write about our days together.” You look around at her large library. “Yes, that’s right, one day I might pick up a book and read about You and wonder if this was all real or fiction as I get turned on all over again and masturbate as I skip through the pages looking for bits like this.” As she says the last word, she starts kicking you over and over again, with all her power, as you hang from your chains, yelling in pain. She must have reached a dozen by now, more like a baker’s dozen.

“Sorry, I lost count,” she says, “got carried away... Anyway,” she says, as she puts back on her leather coat, “I hate this part. The game’s so much more fun when you’ve still got hope, after this stage you’ll just fall into despair. Maybe you can tell yourself it’s just a dream, no, a nightmare, if that helps you through the day, and never ask yourself why you never wake up. Or maybe all of these skeletal Yous are the same You and, when one dies, I just create another one from the teleportation pattern created when I first transported you through your television, and one day one of You will wander across my path and finish the game and have their felonious fun with me in ways you can’t even imagine. Until that day, I know eternity’s not easy, you just have to take it one day at a time, but don’t worry, Me will always be here for you.” She returns to you, her hand stroking your battered balls, as she gives you a hug.

“It’s just You and Me now, together, forever.”