“YOU’RE AT MY MERCY NOW, AMORE.”

Sorry, bella. You got dealt the losing hand. 

Witness to a crime, you’re my prisoner now.

I didn’t mean for things to happen this way,

But tying you to my bed and making you scream 

is an unexpected pleasure. A privilege, really.

And even if I did trust you, now that I’ve had a taste, 

I’m not sure I’d let you go…