73-You love me, so I trust you

"You love me, so what gives me cause not to believe you?"

His eyes became obscure and compassionate, like a murderer's little moment of pity before he strikes.

He looked at Hermosa, imprisoned by her own hands, at her collarbone, red and swollen from engorgement, and the slightly bulging vein in her neck, and a hidden, unutterably wicked thrill spread from his heart.

He thought back to the days when he had just lost the ability to walk on his legs and his sexual dysfunction, the days when he was shrouded in dark loneliness and pain.

He had always come to the basement alone late at night when he was lonely and sleepless to dissect the innocent rabbits and white rats.

It seemed to be the only way his brain and heart could get a little bit of pleasure.

He looked obsessively at the seductive face of Hermosa.

He wasn't the same now.

As long as she stayed under him and belonged to him forever, then he would be free of all that haze and psychological trauma for the rest of his life.

But look