I want to take Margot Robbie away from everything and everyone, just steal her completely and keep her locked away with me for eternity, where no one will ever find her again. I picture her wrists and ankles bound tight with soft black rope, the kind that bites just enough to remind her she’s mine now, her body stretched out and helpless on the bed I’ve prepared only for this. I want the thick cloth gag stuffed deep in her mouth, tape wrapped over her lips so every muffled sound she makes belongs to me alone—every little whimper, every choked plea, every panicked breath just feeding the fire inside. I want to do bad things to her, the kind that leave marks that last days, the kind that make her eyes go wide and glassy with fear and something else she’ll never admit. I want to run my hands over every inch of her like I own her skin, because I do now. I want to break her slowly, sweetly, cruelly—until the only name she remembers how to moan is mine, until the world outside this room stops existing, until eternity feels like the perfect cage we’ll never leave. She’ll be mine forever, bound and gagged and trembling, and I’ll never let her go. Never.