The woman was tied to the bed, facedown. She was naked, her skin streaked with shallow scarlet welts from the whipping. The light from the camera highlighted the smooth planes of her back, the sweat- slicked curves of her hips.
The man entered from the bathroom. He was not imposing in a physical sense, but rather carried about him a cinematic villainy. He wore a leather mask. His eyes were dark and menacing behind the slits; his hands held an electric prod.
As the camera rolled, he stepped forward slowly, fully erect. At the foot of the bed he hesitated, the hammer of a heart between strikes.
Then took her again.