Anastasia Rose, the embodiment of youthful innocence, is brought to her knees by a stern, authoritative cop. Her large, doe eyes gaze up at him, pleading for leniency. The officer, however, is unmoved. He unholsters his baton, running it along Anastasia's cheek, down to her neck, and finally, to her heaving chest. Anastasia's breath hitches, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows she's playing with fire, but the thrill of the unknown, the danger, has her begging for more. The cop smirks, knowing he's got her right where he wants her.