I spend an evening destroying you. After tonight, there are half-a-dozen new places you’ll never want to show your face again, and the mirror is one of them. You’re beaten, spat on, tortured, abused, insulted, defiled, degraded, broken and cowed. It ends with rape on a concrete floor, after which I leave wordlessly.
Indeterminately later, when your eyes are able to focus through tears, you see the ring box in a puddle of your drool.