The descent into shadows

In a dimly lit office, the Swedish secretary, with her long blonde hair and deep tannened skin, was bent over her desk. The weak light from the desk lamp barely illuminated the room, casting long shadows. She wore a white blouse torn open, revealing a black bra with exposed, firm breasts. Her face, with its pearls and heavy makeup, now streaked and ruined, showed signs of a struggle. The African man, whose features were obscured in the shadows, had tied her hands behind her back and was pulling her hair as she clenched her teeth, crying out in pain.