I am going to end you. You know this. I explain it to you in great detail. So why don’t you leave? You could run away, but instead you kneel before me, trembling and transfixed. It’s because I know your weakness for long, leather gloves. You love the scent, the taste and feel of my supple leather gloves. I’m going to use them to destroy you. And because you love them so much, you’re just going to allow me to take you out like the weak, pathetic creature that you are.