She doesn’t realize how beautiful she is when fear takes her—how her breath hitches, her body tenses, unsure if this moment brings tenderness or pain. I love keeping her between hope and despair, watching her struggle to see which version of me she’ll meet tonight.
I appreciate how you got all dolled up for me, did your makeup, fixed your hair, picked out a cute outfit for our date — only to end up raped, mutilated, and tortured, your remains rotting in a black bag in my basement.