In the dimly lit chamber, Rick Savage, the notorious sadist, presents his latest canvas - a luscious, brunette minx, bound and at his mercy. Her breath hitches as he circles her, a wicked glint in his eye. He begins, the crop snapping against her ample flesh, leaving a rosy imprint. She squirms, moans, but Rick's not done. He wants more, needs more. He wants to see her squirm, to hear her beg. He wants to push her to her limits, to watch her shatter, and then, he'll put her back together again, his way.