Meet Cassandra, a woman of fiery spirit and unapologetic sensuality, and Thomas, her long-time lover, a man consumed by possessiveness and paranoia. Their relationship is a dance on the edge of a blade, a constant push and pull of desire and control.
Cassandra: I’ve been waiting for you, Thomas. You’re just in time to catch the end of my show.
Thomas: What are you doing, Cassandra? You know I don’t like it when you… when you flaunt yourself like this.
Cassandra: Flaunt? Thomas, I’m simply enjoying a moment of freedom. You’ve been so distant, so consumed by your work. I needed to remind myself who I am.
Thomas: You’re my wife, Cassandra. You don’t need to remind anyone of anything. You belong to me.
Cassandra: Belong? Thomas, I am not a possession. I am a woman, with desires, with needs. I am your partner, not your property.
Thomas: You’re playing with fire, Cassandra. You know what happens when you push me too far.
Cassandra: Perhaps I want to get burned, Thomas. Perhaps I want to feel something, anything, other than this emptiness between us.
Thomas: You’re testing my patience, Cassandra. You know I can’t control myself when you… when you tease me like this.
Cassandra: Then don’t try to control me, Thomas. Let’s burn together, let’s consume each other, let’s remind ourselves why we fell in love in the first place.
Thomas: You’re dangerous, Cassandra. But you’re mine. And I won’t let you go.
Cassandra: Then take me, Thomas. Take me and remind me why I chose you.
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