His tone was low and smooth and warm as he spoke. "You damned yourself, Sadako, by killing innocent people. You were hellbound before I met you, before you even came here. But by promising yourself to me, you've saved yourself from a worse fate. Perhaps you'd never die, but humans get tired of existing, even when they have the chance to be immortal." He slid his fingers forward, between their bodies, before moving them back under her panties, lower than before. He brushed against her mound with the tips of his nails, his touches were feather light.
"But now I've got you, and I can keep you. You're mine. And that's liberation through bondage, in a metaphorical sense." His fingers slipped between her outer lips and traced against her inner folds, delicate and careful with his nails.