“He gave each woman a choice: be my sex slave or be my corpse.”
When I was a kid, these were sold in every grocery and convenience store… you couldn’t buy a copy of *Playboy* within forty miles, but you could have all the rapey detective mags you wanted.
The only reason I didn’t have a vast collection of them stashed away is that the cover was always the best part… the interior was usually a visual let-down.