Pleasure in pain

Desire of mortification

To achieve the extreme

To know the ultimate



To be a slave for a moment

The body offered up to cruelty

To the lash which whips on the skin

Which slashes the flesh, lacerates the back



To feel the blood, thick and warm

Flow over my wounds



Flagellation...



To thrust aside the limits

To say "yes" to death

Without fear, without remorse

To give up oneself to torture



Punishment and reward

The whip is ambiguous

It distills vice

In a perverse refinement



To be a slave for a moment

The body offered up to cruelty

To the lash which whips on the skin

Which slashes the flesh, lacerates the back