in camera

Yes, My darling quarry, it is I who watches you from afar with every move you make. It is I who is so possessed by the most sickly starvation and lust that I have no choice but to witness every action that keeps us apart. I am ever so grateful for the jovial spirit of our foreplay, for there is precious little that fails to intrigue Me as fear spreads over your face. You understand, do you not lovely one, that your beauty alone drives Me to these vicious lengths and nourishes me so I might feast yet another day?