You're probably not even sure why you're here, why this is happening. It doesn't matter to me, I was payed well enough that your pleas just sound like whining. In my leather jacket and kevlar gloves, I strike an imposing figure. Though, that might be due to the fact that you are bound. Or that I can't stop smiling. I love my job, and I love having fun with it, so I will be sure to end you not too soon. Describing my gloves, letting you feel yourself run out of air before I laugh and pull back. Maybe I squeeze your throat for a moment, maybe I describe the high you'll feel before your air runs out. But in the end, this is a job, so you must come to an end.