We move together, a pair of predators circling their disoriented quarry. There's a method to it, an efficiency honed by countless such encounters. My hands are steady, unfeeling instruments of dominance as I initiate the physical assault, designed to subdue and claim rather than harm.

Every ounce of her weakness feeds into my sense of empowerment. Her struggles are feeble, easily quelled by strength and experience. I am detached, a spectator in my own body, observing the mechanical ...