Flawed

If you ask me to braid your hair. I'm going to stab you.

I hum while I work, like one of Snow White’s dwarfs, only I’d be called Stabby.

Have you ever looked at something so beautiful, so utterly alluring that you just wanted to destroy it?

I will treat you like a favorite toy and break you simply because I can.

He’s immense, intense, and lethal. His eyes…God, his eyes are the most frightening and beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. There is no escaping them. No escaping him.

I can imagine you have a lot of questions, so let me answer them by simply saying that you are here bound as you are because nothing else will do. This is how I choose for you to repay me. There will be twenty-five sessions. They will last for as long as I want them to. I will treat you like a favorite toy and break you simply because I can. In this room, you are an object, my object. You have no voice. You have no opinion. Your wants, your needs, are inconsequential to the pleasure I will reap from your pain.

Don’t you fucking touch me with that, you sick fuck!” I won’t return the duct tape to his mouth. The cursing is another welcome note in this building symphony.

An assassin with serial killer tendencies. I became the best. It wasn’t a matter of conceit. It was fact. An uncontested truth. I was the best because I enjoyed what I did.