Rimmer dashed on through the torch-lit woods, keeping a tight hold of his bazookoid. He was becoming more and more worried at what he saw. He'd meant it when he'd said to Kryten that he didn't think Lister was in any danger, because, logically, as this was his psi-moon, Lister ought to be safe because Rimmer knew that he wouldn't hurt him. But then he'd found the other statues.
Rimmer was aware of his problems; well, most of them anyway. He knew that he was a control freak and that he had power issues. So he'd never been all that confused about why his sexual fantasies sometimes ran to the...aggressive side. He worked out his frustrations as S&M scenarios in his head. It seemed a simple enough equation; not anything to worry about. Until your psyche took physical form that was.
He'd discovered more statues at regular intervals along his path, and they were all things that he'd dreamed of at one time or another, but he had noticed that they became more extreme as he went. He was starting to feel very nervous. The best scenario he could hope for, he supposed, was that they would have taken Lister somewhere nice and would be treating him like a god or something. The worst-case scenario he couldn't even bring himself to think about. He hadn't forgotten about the claw marks on the destroyed door. Either way, Kryten and Cat might have seen little enough to be fooled by Rimmer's explanation but the chances were that Lister would have seen enough to have worked this out by now. Which meant that whatever had happened to him in this place, Rimmer was going to have a very tough – and embarrassing – job explaining all this to him.