After Sandrine escorts Anastasia into Rick Savage's ghoulish chambers he inspects the masked Anastasia and says, "Allison... " (oops, that must be Sandrine's real name), "... did very well." Mr. Savage (if we may call him that) is brilliant as the thoughtful torturer with his latest cop of body-wonders (one skinny and flat, the other exciting and curvy). Yes, the Michelangelo of pain, who on occasion dons surgical gloves (especially when he sticks a finger in a bum), carries on in the usual authoritarian manner with rope, clothes pins, and whips. Sandrine has a low tolerance for pain (even removing tape from her elbows causes a breathy yelp); Anastasia, on the other hand, winces only once, when blood flows back into an excessively-pinched boob. In the final minute the spooky guy arranges a blindfolded Anastasia on her back with a leather toilet seat over her heat, then he squirts a bottle of water onto her face while mimicking sounds of urinary relief.