I think I get it. But I want to nail it. I mean nail it. I want you to suffer the threat of me exactly as you fantasize. And then some. I want to very idea of me to fill you with fear. Squirm. Feel anxious. Unsure whether you wanted to go this far. To hate loving me.

Teach me. Write with me. Call me. Educate me. Make me a blackmail queen. I mean, buying this clip is the beginning of the end. I'm serious.