You must decieve me? You must go against? That's what you're showing me, though you're saying the opposite. Actions speak louder than words. My darling, you seem cold. Let me warm in my fireplace with a push. My darling, you seem sickly. Let me heal you with my knife to your neck. You see, my decieving darling, apparantly, you ignore my words with your actions. Thusly your actions speak louder, and I won't stand for it. My darling, your necklace has gone. Let me replace it with this noose. My darling, you seem bored. Let me amuse you with my starving caged lion. I'm afraid it's my turn; my actions must speak louder now. Louder then your pleas and cries for help because, my darling, I won't leave. Until I've tortured you to death.