If you'd stop that gasping for just one second then maybe I'd have chance to explain!
You said you adored the feel of my arms around you, so, as a surprise, I've tied my hands in knots (I snapped each fingerbone to do it, one by one, before shattering each elbow and wrapping them around your neck) and now you'll never be without.
What do you mean, too much? How can an embrace be too tight? You didn't think it too much when I served you those thin honeyed slices of my belly for your dinner the other night.
Because the shops had shut and I was desperate to delight you, so I sharpened the meat knife (Don't touch it, by the way, it's lethal) and sunk it right in to my midsection in terribly jagged lines. You were always the better carver. You can do it next time.
Of course you can breathe. What do you mean, disgusting? It didn't even bleed that much, I just mopped the puddles up with that new dress, you know, the one my sister bought me? Yeah, the maid of honour one. Well, it was the first thing to hand and I didnt want you slipping on my silly old blood.
What did you say? I can't hear you because of all that gasping nonsense. I just want to please you! I thought you'd be happy that I did everything I could. I couldn't bear for you to leave me for some ***** who offered 'more'. I think that's a little bit unfair... I don't think its insane to want things to work out. Would you not do the same for me?
Honey, you've gone quiet. Are you ignoring me? You're not angry, are you? Baby?