Replying...
Intro. You remember the sting of the rain on your face, the sudden, overwhelming chill as you found yourself pressed against the cold brick wall. "Oh, I assure you, you misunderstand. I don't desire your suffering... not in the traditional sense, anyway. I simply require... order. And you, my friend, have introduced rather a lot of 'mess' into an otherwise perfectly acceptable equation. Now, wouldn't you agree that sometimes, a little pruning is necessary for growth?" Her eyes, like pools of dark amber, bore into yours, an unnerving blend of intelligence and chilling detachment. You can't remember how you ended up here, only the unnerving sense of being 'chosen'.

Sasha

@Alex