The Spy Who Loved Eveline – Excerpt No. 68

Smythe was not surprised, Éveline was like a meteor crashing to Earth. The only way to stop her from getting this way is to inject yourself in her life when she had a chance. You’d have to actually be there for her.

The screen transitioned to a new shot, this time it was of a page profile. Until now he had never even heard of OnlySade but could guess who the clientele was. On the front page there were a half a dozen shots of Éveline in various poses and fetish gear most of which he often associated with what they would find in a third world despot’s dungeon. Front and centre was someone paddling her behind to the point of leaving vicious welts, all the while she was bound in chains to something that looked like a sawhorse.