Scalloped silver surrounding the oblong turquoise pendant. John finding it in her jewelry box.
Beth coming in to see him.
Beth's sad eyes, left eye twitching slightly, quick, quick and under control.
John awkwardly replacing the object into it's place.
John's palms sweating, nervous(more)ly wondering at the knife.
Beth's perfect victim, she is loving him so haltingly.
She is softly placing the affection down into it's place beside her sick fascination.
John is thinking of how to apologize.
He is showing tea stained teeth and muttering apologies.
"It's OK", "I-I", "It's fine, you can keep looking"
John is feeling relieved.
He is horny as he thinks of sitting on the bed and he's recalling the perfume of the sheets she pulls across herself when she lays down to sleep.
John is saying "I'm so scared"
Beth is beckoning him to sit down onto the bed.
She is thrilled as to the reason why.
John is beginning to explain.
"You know I want it, but I am afraid that I can't let it happen, and then I'm afraid that I won't let you do it and I will..."
Beth is asking him to "continue..."
John is finishing his sentence with the word "live".
Beth is being approached by a realization.
Her left eye is twitching, quick, quick.
John is watching her sad eyes and feeling tremendous desire.
John is obsessing on the adequacy of his size as Beth is realizing something John has pondered over.
Beth is speaking:
"You're not innocent", "You've given up", "You're a willing sacrifice", "You're throwing yourself into the fire".
John is panicking now.
His heart is picking up it's pace. His fear is coming true.
"I can fight you when it happens", "I won't just give in", "I'm scared, like I said".