The first frame of the video is Erik’s smiling face, a slight crinkle around his dark eyes as he looks at whoever’s behind the camera. He interrupts his own laughter to ask, “We rolling?”
He must get a nod, because a moment later he says, “Okay. Let’s play.”
The camera follows his decisive stride, turning a hundred and eighty degrees to reveal the room behind. It’s a large penthouse in a style that doesn’t suit Erik’s young wealth, but he does not seem the least bit bothered by that. He looks at ease in his slim sweatpants as he approaches the woman kneeling on the ottomon in the center of the room. She faces away from the camera with the intricate bonds that keep her hands fixed firmly behind her back on display. Erik rounds the ottomon and stretches his long arm out as he passes her, grabbing the twisted ropes running up the length of her spine to drag her with him as he continues by, pulling her roughly to her feet and turning her — wide-eyed and off balance — to the camera. He grabs her chin in his other hand, first slapping her pushed her cheek and then shoving her head back, forcing her to arch her back and stretch her body taut. He lets go of her face to slap one of her exposed tits.