A familiar ding lets me know that another delivery request is available but when I check, it says that I already accepted it. Strange, I think to myself, but I don’t cancel. It’s a fairly large order and the tip should be good.

I follow the GPS to a hole-in-the-wall called Fresh Meat. According to the signage out front, this place is a “boutique” farm-to-mouth sandwich shop.

A chime on the door alerts the cashier to my presence and he tells me the order will be right out.

This place has a weird smell to it.

“Here you go, sir. “

I take the food, thank the cashier, and head back to my car.

1999 Poe Way. Can’t say that I’ve heard of that address before.

I follow the disembodied voice to a nondescript building that has no markings on it, save for the building number.

I knock on the door and Lurch’s body double answers.

“Delivery,” I saw with a smile.

“This way,” he responds while pointing down a sparsely lit hallway that has doors lining either side. “Room 9.”

Wow, someone is staying in character tonight, I think as I chuckle to myself.

I take a few steps inside and turn back to see Lurch going outside, presumably for a cigarette break.

Sounds start emanating from the doors as I walk down the hallway. I can hear moans and groans and some screaming, hopefully from pleasure.

Some of the doors have little windows in them, but I am not chancing a peak. I don’t want to know what goes on here. To each their own, right?

I finally get to room 9 and knock. A woman clad head to toe in leather bondage gear opens the door. The first thing I notice on the horns on her head. They look so real. I wonder if she made them herself.

She also has two cutouts for her breasts and her nipples are connected by a chain that leads down to her crotch, which is also exposed. How does she even get in and out of that thing?

I hand her the food and, while she quickly checks that the order is correct, I steal a look inside. I hold in a gasp as I spot a man bound and gagged, suspended in mid-air by chains that have pierced his flesh. He is whimpering and I can see tears of blood falling from his eyes.

Satisfied with the order, the woman smiles, hands me three hundred-dollar bills, and closes the door.

As I walk to the exit, I think about how dedicated people are to cosplaying and roleplaying.

I get back to my car and see that she also tipped in the app. “Sweet.”

A familiar ding lets me know there is another delivery request.

Before I pull off, I glance back at the building and can no longer see the entrance.

“Maybe I’ll just go home and get some sleep. My eyes seem to be playing tricks on me.”