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I was looking for something to ruin, and she was there.

Everything was right there, obvious and unknowable.

She was scared, and I found that arousing.

When I tightened the ropes, the look on her face mesmerized me. Fear blossomed in her eyes like orchids. I had to take it all in. It wasn't just how the ropes accentuated her curves, or the way they pressed into her soft skin, pomegranate bruises already ripening. It was the way the ropes rendered her immobile. Vulnerable. Caught. She was like fruit at the market, wrapped in mesh, ready for consumption. And the sight of her made me wildly, ravenously hungry.

In all the days and nights and names and faces, it was always you.

It was violent, her effect on me.

Field Team to Control. We have a visual on the target. She is leaving her house. She is alone. She is unaware of our presence. The abduction window is open. Beginning operation now.