I’m just home from work; three long haul flights in a row. I’m looking forward to falling into bed. But I discover that my door is standing open. Did I leave it that way? Is my boyfriend here? No sooner have I stepped into my hallway, but I’m grabbed from behind and a rag is thrust over my face. I awake, tied face down, spread-eagle, on my own bed. And imagine my horror when I discover that I’m not alone. An outlandishly dressed woman is there, and is asking me about an antique necklace - do I have it, and will I tell her where it is? She has a cock-and-bull story about releasing demons, and conquering the whole world, but I’m mainly concerned with the fact that she means to spank and cane me before offering me as a human burnt sacrifice! 36 cane strokes later, and I’m tied to a chair and abandoned while the ‘priestess’ prepares a pyre in the garden. I struggle desperately, trying to escape, wanting to avoid being burned alive!