He takes his time, savoring her fear and discomfort as he secures her wrists and ankles, binding her in intricate, inescapable knots. He admires his work, running a gloved hand over her exposed skin, feeling the goosebumps rise. He selects a large, smooth paddle, the kind meant for furniture, not flesh. But he's not gentle, not today. He wants her to feel it, to remember. He wants her to know who's in control. He wants her to suffer.