I don’t think you fully understood the question, so I will ask it again, but only once more.
First of all, let’s recap how we got here. You chose this. You were the one that I kept catching looking over at me working out. You were the one that came over to me and struck up a conversation. You were the one that suggested a drink after the gym. You were the one that brought the conversation round to sex. And yes sure you bragged about all the women you’d conquered, but what you really wanted to hear about was me. You egged me on to tell me about how I like to dominate men, how I like to hurt them, how my ultimate turn on is to rape a straight. And so then when I invited you back to mine for a nightcap you knew what it meant. And now here you are, in my basement flat. The door is deadlocked by the way.
So now things go one of two ways.