"I just..." After a few trills, the blackened threads had wrapped around his inner core. They wrapped around the bright exterior, inverting his tangle in a sense, so that the warm and bright hues were draw in. Then, as his tangle was wont to do when his emotions were under stress, he went blank. He was still feeling the sorrow, but was able to speak clearly.
"I just, want to..." Woe started, caressing the woman that held him, and then straightened up, and looked her in the eyes, "Are you familiar with role-play? I... I want to just pretend for a minute that we know each other. That I care about you, and you me. I know we don't, not really... But it would help."
"You can call me brother, and I'll call you sister." He stated the proposed roles. Whether they were related or not was immaterial. Just the words had power, that he wanted to reflect in what was to follow.
He traced a finger along her jawline, and caressed her face, "I love you." He lied, and kissed her. There was no expectation for her to reciprocate his words. He explored as much as she would let him, before breaking the kiss, and bringing her to stand in front of him.
"Sister," He began undressing her, removing one article at a time, until she stood bare before him. "It's time." He gestured toward the table, with the straps. "On your belly, I will tuck you in."
He was prepared to go through with what he must, to exorcise this nagging haunt that bedeviled him. He just needed a body resembling the object of his angst, to take it out on.
"Go ahead, I love you." He tried to smile, but it probably looked creepy, "Please, trust me."