Today it's your turn to learn where your place is... I take you by the back of your neck and push you slowly until your nose is crushed against the glass, fogging up the glass with your breath, without you being able to move an inch because I have you. I love feeling you like this, pressed, still, waiting for me to decide when to let you breathe easy. Tell me: do you like the cold of the glass against your face or do you prefer to feel my hand squeezing harder?