nothing,” she said.
“My life is out of control,” I said with desperation.
“You need to take responsibility for the life you have,” she said.
Victoria walked across the room and leaned back against the fireplace, watching me and resting one of her arms on the mantelpiece.
"What shall I do with you?" she began.
"Whatever you wish," I replied with resignation.
"Whatever will give you pleasure," I added.
"How illogical!" she exclaimed, "first you want to make me to stay with you forever, and then you offer yourself to me as something to toy with."
"Victoria, I love you!” I confessed.
“Love is for those who are mentally weak,” she responds.
"Now we are back to the place where we started. You love me, and want to stay with me forever, but I cannot enter into a long-term relationship. I can easily imagine belonging to one man for my entire life, but he would have to be a whole man, a man who would dominate me, who would subjugate me by his innate strength, do you understand?”
“I will do whatever it takes Victoria!”
“Love makes a man weak, pliable and pitiful. He puts himself into the woman's hands and kneels down before her in worship. The only man whom I could love permanently would be the one whom I deliver myself in full submission.”
I fell down at her feet.
"My love for you has become a sort of madness. The thought that I may lose you, torments me day and night." I said.
"But you don't yet possess me," she said.
"I can no longer live without you, Victoria,"
“I feel deep down in my innermost soul, that my life belongs inseparably with yours. If you leave me, I will go to pieces."
"That isn't wise, Eric,"
“You don't know me yet,” she replied,
I lay at her feet, embracing her knees.
"Things will end badly, Eric," she said soberly.
"It will never end!," I cried.
"If you cannot love me, then I want to be your slave, serve you, suffer everything from you, if only you won't drive me away."
“Your way is not the way to win and hold me,” she said.
"I want to do everything, absolutely everything, that you want, only not to lose you," I replied.
"Please, get up."
I obeyed her command.
"You are a strange person," continued Victoria. "You wish to possess me at any price?"
"Yes, at any price." I said.
"But of what value, for instance, would that be?" She pondered with hesitation.
"What if I belonged to another?"
A shudder ran through me. I looked at her, she stood firmly and confident before me, and her eyes disclosed a cold gleam.
"The very thought frightens you," she said smiling.
"I feel a perfect horror when I imagine that the woman I love could give herself to another man regardless of my emotions. This would send me into a state of madness. If I cannot obtain the woman who will faithfully and truly share my life, well then I don't want anything halfway or lukewarm.”
“If that is my fate I would rather be subject to a woman without virtue, fidelity, or pity. Such a woman in her magnificent selfishness is likewise an ideal. If I am not permitted to enjoy the happiness of love, fully and wholly, I want to taste its pains and torments to the very end; I want to be mistreated and betrayed by the woman I love, and the more cruelly the better. This too is a luxury."
"Have you lost your senses," cried Victoria.
"I love you with all my senses, and your presence and personality are absolutely essential to me. Have me forever or make me your slave."
"Very well," she said, “it seems to me it would be rather entertaining to have a man who loves me, completely in my power; at least I will not lack pastime. You were careless enough to leave the choice to me. Therefore I choose you to be my slave, I shall make a plaything for myself out of you!"
"Oh, please do," I said with a hint of angst.
"If the foundation of a relationship depends on equality and agreement, it is likewise true that the greatest passions rise out of opposites. We are such opposites. That is why my love is
“My life is out of control,” I said with desperation.
“You need to take responsibility for the life you have,” she said.
Victoria walked across the room and leaned back against the fireplace, watching me and resting one of her arms on the mantelpiece.
"What shall I do with you?" she began.
"Whatever you wish," I replied with resignation.
"Whatever will give you pleasure," I added.
"How illogical!" she exclaimed, "first you want to make me to stay with you forever, and then you offer yourself to me as something to toy with."
"Victoria, I love you!” I confessed.
“Love is for those who are mentally weak,” she responds.
"Now we are back to the place where we started. You love me, and want to stay with me forever, but I cannot enter into a long-term relationship. I can easily imagine belonging to one man for my entire life, but he would have to be a whole man, a man who would dominate me, who would subjugate me by his innate strength, do you understand?”
“I will do whatever it takes Victoria!”
“Love makes a man weak, pliable and pitiful. He puts himself into the woman's hands and kneels down before her in worship. The only man whom I could love permanently would be the one whom I deliver myself in full submission.”
I fell down at her feet.
"My love for you has become a sort of madness. The thought that I may lose you, torments me day and night." I said.
"But you don't yet possess me," she said.
"I can no longer live without you, Victoria,"
“I feel deep down in my innermost soul, that my life belongs inseparably with yours. If you leave me, I will go to pieces."
"That isn't wise, Eric,"
“You don't know me yet,” she replied,
I lay at her feet, embracing her knees.
"Things will end badly, Eric," she said soberly.
"It will never end!," I cried.
"If you cannot love me, then I want to be your slave, serve you, suffer everything from you, if only you won't drive me away."
“Your way is not the way to win and hold me,” she said.
"I want to do everything, absolutely everything, that you want, only not to lose you," I replied.
"Please, get up."
I obeyed her command.
"You are a strange person," continued Victoria. "You wish to possess me at any price?"
"Yes, at any price." I said.
"But of what value, for instance, would that be?" She pondered with hesitation.
"What if I belonged to another?"
A shudder ran through me. I looked at her, she stood firmly and confident before me, and her eyes disclosed a cold gleam.
"The very thought frightens you," she said smiling.
"I feel a perfect horror when I imagine that the woman I love could give herself to another man regardless of my emotions. This would send me into a state of madness. If I cannot obtain the woman who will faithfully and truly share my life, well then I don't want anything halfway or lukewarm.”
“If that is my fate I would rather be subject to a woman without virtue, fidelity, or pity. Such a woman in her magnificent selfishness is likewise an ideal. If I am not permitted to enjoy the happiness of love, fully and wholly, I want to taste its pains and torments to the very end; I want to be mistreated and betrayed by the woman I love, and the more cruelly the better. This too is a luxury."
"Have you lost your senses," cried Victoria.
"I love you with all my senses, and your presence and personality are absolutely essential to me. Have me forever or make me your slave."
"Very well," she said, “it seems to me it would be rather entertaining to have a man who loves me, completely in my power; at least I will not lack pastime. You were careless enough to leave the choice to me. Therefore I choose you to be my slave, I shall make a plaything for myself out of you!"
"Oh, please do," I said with a hint of angst.
"If the foundation of a relationship depends on equality and agreement, it is likewise true that the greatest passions rise out of opposites. We are such opposites. That is why my love is
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