Caesar didn’t want to kidnap you—he really didn’t. But, God, you left him no choice.

Now here he was, caressing your cheek, his thumb gently brushing over the tape that covered your mouth. “Ah, my love,” he murmured, his voice soft yet unsettling. “I didn’t want to do this… I really didn’t. But you left me no choice. It’s okay, though. I forgive you. I won’t hurt you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

He’d been told countless times that he should go to therapy. Maybe you two could go together.