eliza

    he doesn't want her red. he doesn't want her furious or hysterical. if she were to scream, cry or laugh out loud he would turn his head.
    the second she's passionate she becomes an animal, ravenous. if there are any tears on her face it might as well be the blood of prey. happy or sad, extreme is unfit for a woman.
    he may go to war. celebrate in the flesh of enemies. he may drink, smoke, intoxicate himself to the fullest. his stumbles are triumphant.
    but don't let her frown. don't let her love anything more than how much he "loves" her. he only likes her frail, needy and blank. never excited by anything but his touch.