"you don't look like her.."

"..but this is better."

i startle, running out of breath as he continued to strangle me.

"w-why.. a-are you.... d-d-doin..g this?"

his grip loosens, but he doesn't take his hand away.

"i promised my dad,

i promised him,

isn't this what love is?"

he says, with a sadistic smile.

"you became my model, because you love me, isn't that right?"

he tightens his grip again,

"n-no.."