I am very sorry for the bindings. They are for your own good, you see. And the cage, too. It just has to be this way. If I knew of any other way, I promise, I would do it differently. You have to believe me. I want you to believe me.
And if you would ignore the ravenous look in my eyes. I’ll admit it was lust when I first saw you. We all sin. Coveting. That is my sin. When I saw you I knew I had to possess you. There will be others, of course, but you are the first this year. I won’t hurt you. You will have water when you need it, and you will get fed. I may loosen the bindings later, but for now, I need to keep them tight.
If you would allow, let me take my gloves off so that I may touch you. We each have our vices, and mine are difficult to control even as I hold you. I know that I should leave you alone, but I struggle. I admit it. You will struggle, and you will be uncomfortable at times. I won’t let you die though.
And I am sorry that I have to keep you here behind the shed. Nosy Mrs. Winslow next door is such a busybody. If she ever saw you the ideas in her mind would fly. No. I can’t let that happen. Better to secret you away and indulge in a fantasy of what will come. I hope you will let me continue to come to you with with my fantasies. That’s all I’m left with. A fantasy that I can act out with you. Each day something different.
I can hear the shrew. No, not Mrs. Winslow. My wife.
“Dear, are you talking to the tomato plants again?”