In life, my only pleasure is collecting rare, beautiful things.

Nothing, and no one, is more exquisitely beautiful than her.
When she plays the violin, I can feel her fingers along my skin.
I ache to hear her sweet pleas as I show her what it means to be owned by me.
And I will own her... body and soul.

I have savored watching her from afar, knowing that soon, she would be mine.
Bound. Breathless. Vulnerable.

She will be under my complete control.

Tonight, I will emerge from the shadows to finally claim her.
My soul is already damned, I want to taste heaven before I descend to hell.