‘Cal Lynch has me pushed up against the glass wall of his cell in Abstergo, my bare breasts pressed to the cool glass surface, and he’s fucking me from the back – as my cries of wanton pleasure grow louder as I approach my inevitable climax, his thrusts become more rapid and urgent. He growls into my ear as I feel him come inside me, and I’m in a haze of pleasure as I reach my own orgasm. There are shapes moving behind the glass screen – we don’t care who’s watching.’