You

I run a finger down the side of your face, you gasp and turn your head a futile struggle against your bindings. You can't see me but I've never seen anyone so clearly in my life. "Hello?" You whimper. "I'm right here, love." You flinch away as if I'd struck you, I'd never hit you without reason, you'd know that if you weren't panicking but it's okay, I forgive you. We just play the roles we've been given. You begin to sob, your eyes are covered in a black cloth leaving your shuddering body and wailing mouth the only signs. "Where the fuck am I?!" You scream, I furrow my brows, like you don't already know? "Shut Up." I demand but the way I say it doesn't come off clearly enough, I'm sure. Why else would you still be crying? You scream even louder and I'm forced to straddle you, "SHUTUPSHUTUP." My words slur together my face goes red but you won't stop screaming. I've lost control of the situation. I pull a knife from the table, it glides effortlessly across your neck, red ribbons cling to your skin, What a shame, You're my favorite.