They say Callum Jackson is a savage. Homeless. Unpromising. Intemperate. He is red flagged in my system, he is the first on my list of aggressors, for him access to girls like me is prohibited. But these rules do not correspond to my dangerous games; they don't touch my ambivalent desires. Callum Jackson is the most beautiful monster. The monster that haunts my head - I can't stop wanting him and hunting him...... and all I pray to God is that the monster bites.

Sophie Harding knows how to manage her life. She may be working among the scum of the slums, but the sweet spot is waiting for her. Antisocial behavior is on the decline, employment is on the rise, she's even been nominated for manager of the year. Everything seems to be back to normal. Everything really got better. Until Callum Jackson does his time and shows up on her doorstep. She could do without a guy like him - a system failure and a pain in the ass. Sophie has to live up to her image, do her job and keep her distance - that's what what the instructions tell her. The instructions say: no one-on-one contact, no risky situations and no direct confrontations of any kind. But the instructions do not mention Sophie's penchant for rigid submission. The instructions have no fucking clue how much Sophie craves liberation Jackson in the Explicit club, where his animal nature can break free. The instructions don’t know shit...