The handler tied her wrists to the chains. Not too tight—she could slip them if she had to. Good. Safe word was "red." She knew the protocol. She'd signed the waiver.
"Red," she whispered.
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The director leaned forward in his chair, sunglasses glinting. "We're rolling, Kazumi. Stay in it." The handler tied her wrists to the chains
Kazumi fell to her knees, gasping. Her wrists were raw. Her throat burned where the knife had pressed. She looked up at the director, then at the handler, who removed his mask to reveal a young man with kind eyes and a worried frown. sunglasses glinting. "We're rolling