Lisa paused for a few seconds before before entering the next chamber. 

"Is Bella's partner still with us ? Paul ? " 

A tall man raised his hand hesitantly. Probably in his early fifties he was conservatively dressed and looked very uncomfortable with the sudden attention.  

"Great, great, what if you would like to go with our helpers Bella needs your help with her forfeit. I would say don't worry, but to be honest that wouldn't be appropriate..."

"What ? I , no ..." 

With that two burly assistants dragged the shocked looking guy away. Lisa waited a few moments then advanced through the doors. The lights came up a little to gasps. Bella was in the spotlight. She had been stripped naked, her dark skin glistening in the dim red light. Her make up was running with her tears. She was on her hands and knees on a metal table, chains holding her in place at wrist ankle neck and waist, trembling. Her tummy was resting on a metal hoop holding her up. Behind her sprouting from a mechanical device was a long metal pole which tapered to a wicked looking point. The point was aimed right between her legs, the implication was clear. 

"As you can see Bella is in a slightly precarious position. If she presses the button by her left hand the machine will start to push that spike forwards. It will enter her, well you know where,  then travel remorselessly through her abdomen and chest finally finding its way through her throat to her mouth...."

"However Bella's fate is her own hands. If she presses the button by her right hand then she will spare herself this particular trial. However it does mean that she will be sealing the fate of her partner Paul, whose own trial is set up behind this curtain.... "

"Bella what will it be ?" 

"I. Its not fair, I can't chose....How can ..."

"To be clear if you don't press either button then both trials will begin ." 

"I. Oh god. I am sorry Paul but its only our fourth date... " With a sob Bella stabbed the right button.

The light on her dimmed and the curtain behind Lisa fell. It revealed a rusty metal wheel, like a water wheel. Chained around the top of the wheel, back arched around its curve, was Paul. He too was naked and looked terrified. As the light rose and spread a little the audience could see that the bottom quarter of the wheel ran through a tank of some sort of liquid. 

"Head first or feet ? " 

"What ? " 

"Which way ?" 

"What ? oh ? I don't know? Feet?"

Bella wailed as Lisa turned away and pressed a button. With a creak and groan of old machinery the wheel began to turn slowly lowering its hapless captive towards the tank feet first. Lisa stopped and dropped a hunk of meat laying on the side of the machine into the tank. Hit hissed and spat and instantly coloured up. Bella screamed as she realised the tank was full of hot oil. Most of the crowd turned away as Paul's feet edged closer and closer.

"Think heads might have been a better call...." Lisa mused quietly. Paul's screams got louder as his toes reached the boiling oil, the wheel clicking as it turned relentlessly.  Then he fell quiet as the lights slowly dimmed and his legs vanished into the abyss.

Lisa moved towards the next door.