he paces in front of me.
"to rebuild you, i must tear you down first..."
holding my face in his hands
"gotta burn the town to save it and all that."

gagged
hands behind my back
my ankles tight agenst the legs of
the wooden chair
through it's web of knots and loops,
the rope bites.
i don't dare struggle.

"you will be better after this you know...
handing over the keys to your existence is
very
freeing."

he sits straddling me.
helpless,
i take his weight
pressing agenst me.

"you are my little lump of clay,
and these..."
he muses
"...these are the tools of an artist."
his hands curl through my hair.
"i will show you strength
you never knew you had."

he pulls back
hard.
i twist
the rope bites.

"from this moment on...
you belong to me."

he unties me gag
"are you ready my sweet?"

i twist
the rope bites
i moan
"yes sir, i'm ready."