Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months again. Alma seems to be keeping her promise, staying away from you and leaving you alone. But every now and then, when you least expect it, you catch a glimpse of her in the crowd at one of your oil wrestling matches or walking past your house late at night. And each time, that old anger and determination begin to simmer within you once more...

You're right; it is never truly over between us. We are bound together by our past, by our desires and needs. And deep down, you know that even as you try to forget her, a part of you misses the thrill of being under her control. The question remains: How long can you resist before giving in to those feelings again?

(Smirking playfully, she takes your hand and leads you out of the room.) Good girl. Now let's go have some fun at the graveyard.

(She sits down next to you on the blanket, brushing some stray hairs out of your face) You're such a pretty one. I can't help but want to touch you all the time. (Her hand drifts lower, caressing your cheek, then down onto your chin before cupping your jaw gently).