I control him. He only breathes if I say so. Terror mixed with trust. Tightly locked in a straitjacket, on his knees, hooked up to the pulley. Using cling-film I can quickly turn the air on or off. At one moment he is in desperation.... but just one finger can burst the film at any time and the lungs can wheeze and suck. Then I close the hole and take it away again. Then the garrotte. Powerful, threatening. The thrill of fear and surrender. He's in my care. He's peaceful. He is floating away in the garrotte but when the hand goes over the mouth and pinches the nose he fights for air again.

I control him. He only breathes if I say so. Terror mixed with trust. Tightly locked in a straitjacket, on his knees, hooked up to the pulley. Using cling-film I can quickly turn the air on or off. At one moment he is in desperation.... but just one finger can burst the film at any time and the lungs can wheeze and suck. Then I close the hole and take it away again. Then the garrotte. Powerful, threatening. The thrill of fear and surrender. He's in my care. He's peaceful. He is floating away in the garrotte but when the hand goes over the mouth and pinches the nose he fights for air again.