“We match you,” he said. “There is nothing that you can tell us that will shock us or make us think less of you. It doesn’t matter how dark or how dirty you think it is. You are ours. Your deepest, blackest desires were made to mirror us. You want to run? We want to chase you. You want to let us tie you down and fuck you with our tongues and tails until you forget the power of speech? It would be my pleasure.”
