I just love you so much. I’m just passionate. Don’t run away baby. You know I’ll always find you.
Oh, baby. Don't look at me like that. That suspicious, resentful glare.
What is it? Are the cuffs too tight? I wouldn't put them so tight, but last time you wriggled out and tried to run away from me.
If I hadn't put that tripwire on the door, you would've run right out and gotten lost in the woods. And that would've made me so sad. Why are you always trying to escape, baby? Don't you know how much I love you? How much I love having you here? Plus, all the nice things I do for you.
Dress you up in nice things. But then, you always tear them, trying to get free. It makes me wonder.
Maybe you don't love me. But I can't think like that. Otherwise, I might start feeling a little crazy.