In a dungeon lit only by flickering candles, Linn Freeman's latest masterpiece unfolds. A raven-haired vixen, her body a canvas of black latex and red welts, is secured to a St. Andrew's cross. She moans, her breath fogging the cold air as she sucks on a rubber dildo, her tongue swirling around the head. The dildo, slick with her spit, is then pressed against her needy pussy, rubbing in torturously slow circles, driving her to the brink of ecstasy and back, a slave to her own fetishes.