10 April 2012
I don't know if it's my own sick selfishness or the mental state I'm currently in, but I would have thought that she'd have been dead. I mean, three strikes and you're out, right? But she took five, and it wasn't a baseball bat, it was a coal poker. And here she was, begging for me to do it again. What she didn't know was that I had nothing to do with it, I was just the cameraman. She knew what she signed up for and that legally (sort of) I could to nothing to 'interfere with agreed terms on fear of exposure,' and the last thing I needed was my wife knowing about my little snuff fetish.
Unclear • Opuss № I