DEVLIN

I may have signed my own death warrant.

This girl looks rather eager. The aphrodisiac will make her lose, for sure. It’s my ego at stake and that little part of me that craves mischief.

Hell’s door is wide open.

The room is small, intimate, as we designed, lit by a single red spotlight that pours over the woman like blood.

That’s Philip’s subject today.

She doesn’t look terrible, bent forward over the edge of a black leather table, her wrists cuffed behind her back, ...