Sarah Jane Ceylon, a slave to her master's whims, is tonight's plaything. Her wrists and ankles secured to the cold, unyielding frame, she's left to dangle, her naked body a canvas for his dark desires. He trails a flogger across her skin, the leather tails leaving red welts in their wake. She gasps, her body tensing, as he orders her to remain still, her eyes locked onto his. Then, with a cruel smile, he activates the Sybian, its relentless pulsations pushing her to the brink of madness.