I vowed to never put my hands on a woman in anger.

For weeks you've been trying to raise me to anger but I've been able to keep a cool head, until now.

I rush towards you grabbing your wrists and clamping my hand around your throat while pushing you against the wall.

A desperate sigh escapes your lips, "Finally."

I loosen my hand on your throat, "Excuse me?"

"It took you long enough."

"For what?"

"Show me your inner turmoil and use me as you wish. Tonight I want to feel your rage."

"Alright doctor. You're officially no longer my therapist."