The laid in the bed, hands tied to the sides so you couldn’t get up. He loomed over you, eyes scanning every bit of you, like you were a piece of clay he was deciding how to sculpt.

He moved his hand over your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks. He pushed your hair away from your ears, measuring them with a tool. “I’m gonna.. round these,” he murmured, then moved his finger to your nose. “And slim the cartilage here at the top, and extend the tip..”

“I’ll make you so beautiful.”