Every second that ticks by the weaker you get. What you usually keep private is starting to rise up and it is desperate to get out. You need me to know, because you need my control. All you want is to be imprisoned by your own information. You are desperate for it. It will feel like such a relief to just get it off your chest- even though you know you are going to be totally fucked afterwards. It is a good thing that, beneath it all, that is what you really want. Why else would you be so driven to risk it all for me?