You've always loved the sight of a woman satin, opera length gloves. There is something so powerful and elegant about my hands wrapped in the shiny, silky fabric. What you don't know is that these hands will be your doom. I make you watch as I slip the gloves on, and flex and stretch my hands before wrapping them around your throat. I squeeze down. I cover your mouth and nose. Now all of you belongs to me. I am in control of your very breath. You are totally and completely at my mercy - and we both know I don't have any of that, don't we?