In life, my only pleasure is collecting rare, beautiful things. Nothing, and no one, is more exquisitely beautiful than her. When she plays the violin, I can feel her fingers along my skin. I ache to hear her sweet pleas as I show her what it means to be owned by me. And I will own her... body and soul. I have savored watching her from afar, knowing that soon, she would be mine. Bound. Breathless. Vulnerable. She will be under my complete control. Tonight, I will emerge from the shadows to finally claim her. My soul is already damned, I want to taste heaven before I descend to hell.