Punching Bag

The door swings open to Crystal (London River) pulling Aiden (Logan Pierce) inside her dimly lit house, shadows clinging like secrets. They talk easy, but his male escort vibe hangs heavy in the air. She drags him to the bedroom, stripping down casual for the fuck, leather cuffs and whips hinting at the rough play ahead. Frustration boils as she gripes about coworker Derrick. Aiden smirks, 'Whatever that fool Derrick's blowing, I'm yours to wreck.' Her gaze turns feral. 'Yours to wreck?' she snarls, snapping the riding crop like a gunshot. CUT TO TITLE. They collide in savage rhythm, Crystal barking orders at Aiden, keeping it leashed at first. She spits 'Derrick' like venom, and he plays along, figuring it's just dirty pretend. But the thrusts turn brutal, her words slicing deeper—humiliating taunts, slaps stinging skin—as she grinds him into submission. Aiden's pulse races with dread; this isn't stopping, her rage twisting the fantasy into nightmare. What hellhole has he stumbled into?