groping you while we watch gore. laughing at you whenever you get all hot and bothered. “wow baby, this is what turns you on? really? I wouldn’t have expected it, guess we have to recreate it now.”
I'd love to chase a helpless little thing through the woods, your heart racing. Running as fast as you can before you "trip" and i'm on top of you, face pushed down into the dirt, ripping your clothes off. Smacking you again and again until you sit still for me to use up.
A knife to your throat is a little scary, yeah, but you know how to behave for me, right? You always do exactly what you're told, so what will change? You just sit still and do what you're told and we won't have to find out how sharp it is, will we?