The images of abuse continue. She’s f****d in the ass, the cunt, the mouth. She’s slapped on the face, spanked and gangbanged by three men. My memories collide with these shots, triggering an explosion in my body that I can hardly contain. I wonder at Aman’s ability to capture my assistant in the middle of these brutal scenes. What devices does he use to spy on her? What knowledge does he have of her to get this close?
I’m scared to learn the answers to my questions, but then, whether I want the truth or not, the last picture fills in the pieces of this story with frightening clarity. Aman is there in the room with her. He’s not her master, but her master’s friend. The two men look joined at the hip, cut from the same cloth of sadistic need. I know the terrible truth now: she’s been set-
