A bitter wind howls around the isolated trailer, the only sound besides the man's ragged breaths. The woman, a master of her craft, takes her time, savoring the power she holds over him. She picks up a razor, the blade glinting in the dim light, and runs it along his skin, not breaking it, but close enough to make him shiver. She whispers harsh, dominate words, her voice like thunder, as she continues her torturous, tantalizing game of control.