It is the oldest dance in existence. Hunter and prey. As I walk into your room I recognize the rhythm as the familiar tune blares into my brain.

I am not alarmed. I am not afraid of you. I have come to expect this from you. I love only for one purpose, to fuel your desire, to sate your appetite for dominance. I am meek. I am submissive.
You are a good man, as they all have been and I already have forgiven you for the pain you are about to inflict on me. It’s ok. It’s fine. I know you’ll be gentle if I don’t struggle so I sit here in my self-loathing and let you torment me.
People say we reap what we sow. What seeds have I sewn to reap this harvest of pain and fear? I listen to your words and hear their meaning. I do not despise you, I cannot. you are a good man.
Is it my fault because I am beautiful? Do I pursue beauty because on some subliminal level I desire this maltreatment? Do I feel that I deserve this?
You are a good man. I do not blame you for your torment. You are a good man so it must be me who is wrong.  I am the bad one.  I am wrong.  You are a good man.  People look up to you and respect you.  you give guidance to them.  They depend on you to direct them.  You are a good man.  My punishment must be just.  This is what I am here for here.

Am I wrong because I love you?  Am I bad because in spite of your treatment I admire and obey you.  Obedience is better than sacrifice.  What have I sacrificed in the name of obedience?  Where is the line drawn between obedience to a good man and sacrifice of one’s self?

How important is innocence?  It encompasses our lives and leads us to misery.  The pursuit of wisdom is good… then why does wisdom destroy innocence?

You are a good man…