Ecce tu pulchra es, amica mea, ecce tu pulchra es!
Be with me, my charming executioner, be mine; I'll never forget about your deadly sword under your pillow, I'll love you even more for this. Let me believe that you would be able to torture me if I will hurt you, so that my crime won't be unpunished. Lo, thou art fair, my friend, Lo, thou art fair...
I want you to be mine, my grief, and you are mine. I am ready to die for it, my life, feel free to kill me each time you want to kill.
Your beast. Your prey. Your pet. Your conqueror. You can never leave; neither do I.