Graias' latest acquisition, a blonde bombshell, is stretched on a St. Andrew's Cross, her wrists and ankles securely bound. She squirms, her body glistening with sweat and tears, as the master circles her, the whip trailing like a serpent at his side. With a sudden flick, he lashes out, the leather biting into her soft skin. She screams, a sound that morphs into a guttural moan as the pain morphs into pleasure, her body betraying her with its response. The master smirks, the game of power and submission just beginning.