EXTREME. Twenty candles surround an open bottle of champagne. The former is for Alex, the latter is for Lev, his tormentor. When the molten wax has seared and decorated Alex’s body, Lev gets to work with his favoured whip. The wax clings in spite of the intensity, the, and the sharpness of hundreds of blows. Alex is formidable, ebbing and flowing with the pain. He watches his tormentor laugh as his hammered body erupts in agony and uncontrollable protest.

EXTREME. Twenty candles surround an open bottle of champagne. The former is for Alex, the latter is for Lev, his tormentor. When the molten wax has seared and decorated Alex’s body, Lev gets to work with his favoured whip. The wax clings in spite of the intensity, the, and the sharpness of hundreds of blows. Alex is formidable, ebbing and flowing with the pain. He watches his tormentor laugh as his hammered body erupts in agony and uncontrollable protest.