Skin Me

Some objects remember the hands that held them. The whip with the bone handle has waited a long time — and in a quiet Berlin apartment, Rita picks it up.

What begins as curiosity becomes something she can no longer set down: a pull toward a man who should not exist, a desire that rewrites the rules of her own skin, and a story where tenderness and dread are cut from the same cloth. Skin Me is about wanting the thing that unmakes you — and choosing it anyway.