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we have danced this dance before, you and i: just never w/ each other.
the fighting, the inevitable betrayal, the frenzied, ecstatic making up—ours is a tempestuous relationship, isn’t it? and yet, for all that, for as well as we know each other—as a cobra and mongoose might—never once did i strike upon the reason why you always strayed.
until now.
now i see that it is b/c of your independence—your need never to be possessed. and if you simply told me that this was at the heart of the matter, i would have understood.
or at least, so i’d like to think, anyway. but now you have crossed the line that never should have been crossed.
had you betrayed me w/ any of your previous lovers—i could forgive that. indeed, i could have enjoyed that with the two of you. but to seduce angelo, my blood brother…ah, now that requires a very special kind of punishment. and while i certainly deserved some measure of revenge for having been with your friend kate, you should know not strike at me in this way. not with him.
no, cara mia, you certainly should have known better than that.
so now, i await you in our room, as the fading afternoon light falters on the bedspread. i have set the stage w/ consummate precision and attention to detail, you see.
i hear your light footfalls in the foyer. you call to me sweetly—as if i did not know another man’s seed is running down your thigh even as my name is on your lips. i smile to myself, thinking of the shape of my revenge.
“in the bedroom,” i call. i know that you desire to tell me of what happened while i was away: how you whiled away the hours in his embrace. yes, yes…this is always a part of the game we play. and i am curious to know if you will tell me the truth.
i do not look up as you enter the room but i am aware of your presence from the tick-tack!sound of your heels against the hardwood floor. well, that and your musk, which the draft cannot help but bring to me.
now i look up. “so…who was it this time,” i ask idly.
you surprise me. “ah…you already know?”
i nod gravely. “did you think i wouldn’t know? did you think he wouldn’t tell me?”
your expression is direct, matter-of-fact and faintly sad. “if it had been anyone other than kate, i could have forgiven that.”
“you and kate were never as close as angelo and i are. this was a most unpleasant surprise.”
you demand impatiently, “what’s the difference? honestly, one friend for another friend—”
“—no. not one friend for another friend. one blood brother for a friend. you know angelo is my blood brother. you and kate are friends, but you’ve never been as close as that—nothing near it. and you know it, cara mia. and for this, for this singular act of betrayal…well, this calls for a punishment.”
this is when you see the microphone and the camcorder. your eyes widen appreciatively. “carlo, no—i have never—”
“i know you haven’t, but now you will,” i say simply. “you have done something truly extraordinary and there must be a truly extraordinary consequence.”
you look upon the rich umber sheets w/ something akin to terror. “carlo, i will not submit.”
“ah, cara mia, that is where you are mistaken. i may be hurt, but i will never push you to do something terrible. i will record what happens but this is your camcorder and what it records will belong to you alone to do w/ as you like. but i think you will enjoy this—a great deal, in fact.”
your head is bowed, your luxurious hair a perfect match for the sheets. when you look up, i can see that the fear has melted away, revealing a confident, lascivious smile. “then yes, i will submit, carlo.”
“then here is how you shall submit. you will not move a muscle or speak. you are to remain still. if you speak or move, this ends. and you definitely do not want that.”
i walk forward and pull your skirt up over your hips, the better to drink in the sight of your nakedness and savor your arousal.
you are…still.



