I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm beggin' you to beg me.

I'm not going to let you do this. I told you this last night as I drove away from the club, after your friends put you in my car and asked me to drive you home. I smiled, sweet as I can be, and assured them that it would be no problem to take you back to the hotel, help you to your room and make sure nothing happened to you before the big day. I love you. Why would I let anything happen to you?

At least, anything I don't do to you myself. You look so helpless, chained to the wall there. I spent so much time in the city, looking around for the perfect place to take you, to talk to you. I just knew that if I spent a little while alone with you, if I could talk to you without any distractions, I could convince you that you were making a mistake. She's not right for you. I am. All I need is a little help and cooperation from you to make you see that.

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt.
I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me.

All I want is for you to tell me you love me, more than her, more than anyone. Is that too much to ask? For you to pledge your undying love and devotion to me. You made me do that, remember? Made me promise that I would never let another man touch me the way you did. Never let another man kiss me, hold me, taste me. Why did I have to make those promises when you never had any intention of keeping the ones you made to me?

Why am I the one that has to sacrifice, suffer, hurt, cry, beg, plead? Why can't you do that for me? I've had you here all night and not once have you cracked. You won't tell me you love me. All you keep doing is calling me names. That's not very loving of you, baby. You asked me if I had lost my mind. I'm not the one that's lost their mind - you are. Why else would you want to marry HER??

Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'.
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?

I don't think you like the whip very much. I thought I saw tears in your eyes earlier as I was beating you. All I want is to hear you say it. I want you, Randy. I need you, Randy. I love you, Randy. But you just won't do it. You won't do what I want. You would think with all the pain, all the blood, all the prodding from me, you would just give in. But, none of that is working. I will make you say it, no matter what I have to do.

You're staring at me again, your jaw working to get the gag out of your mouth. Maybe you're ready to tell me. Maybe you're finally realized where you belong. When I take it out, all you do is curse, call me names and tell me I'm going to pay. Pay for what? Loving you? Don't you think I already do that? I pay every moment of every day. I pay when you touch me, fuck me, then leave the bed after you think I'm sleeping to call HER.

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm beggin' you to beg me.
I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt.
I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me.

I would do anything for you. Don't you realize that?

Don't…
you…
know…
how…
much…
I…
love…
you?

For some reason, not even the sting of the whip makes you answer. I'm trying to stay calm here, baby. I'm trying not to hurt you too much. You look so good though, so beautiful, like a tortured Greek god. I want you. Don't need the whip for that. I just have to turn you around to face the wall. I've never done…this…before. You never allowed me the pleasure. I was the receiver, the bitch, the bottom - whatever you want to call me.

I remember the lube, only after I try to stretch you and you cry out in pain. Don't worry, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you. I want you to feel good. I want to feel good. Don't you like that? Damn, I never thought you'd be so tight. I mean, all those times you were with Kevin should've stretched you a little bit, right? Why are you shaking your head? Why are you crying, Paul?

Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'.
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'.
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?

Wait. You've never…I don't believe it. You're just telling me that so I'll stop, aren't you? You…you don't really love me, do you Paul? It was all a bunch of lies, wasn't it? Just sweet talk to get me to drop my pants and let you do…whatever you wanted with me. I was nothing more than a cheap fuck, something to keep you occupied when you had to be away from her. Wasn't I? When I punch you in the face, the only thing you're worried about is how you'll look when you finally get to her. HER!

Yeah, when you finally get to her. You asked me to let you go, promised that you wouldn't tell anybody what I did. Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe that? I've watched enough movies to know when someone promises they won't tell, they always do. The only way the bad guy ever gets away is…

The smile on my face is what finally drives you over the edge. I think you know what's going on in my mind. And now…now you choose to beg. Not for forgiveness, not for my love…not even for her. You're begging for your life. You used me, made me think I was the most important thing in your world, and right now your only concern is that you're still breathing when the sun comes up.

Well, fuck you Paul! Fuck you and everything you've ever done or said or implied. Fuck you. Fuck her. It's too late now. There was only one thing that coulda saved you. You didn't even have the brains, or the balls, to tell me the truth. You didn't even have the brains to come up with a good lie, either.

You asked me to stop the first time I ran the blade of my pocketknife over your throat. The cut wasn't deep enough to kill you, just make you bleed a little. You want me to stop, don't you? You NEED me to stop cutting you, stop the blood pooling on the floor at your feet. Well, you know what? I wanted you to want ME, not her. I needed you to need ME, not her. And now you're begging me to help you.

There's no one to help you now, Paul. No one to save you. The last thing that's gonna go through your mind isn't me, or how much you cared about me. The last thing that's gonna go through your mind is gonna be what she is gonna say, what she's gonna think when they find your body here, bloody, torn, beaten and bruised. You don't want me, Paul, but you know what? I don't want you any more either.

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm beggin' you to beg me.
I want you to want me.
I want you to want me.
I want you to want me.
I want you to want me.