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Eight Days Until Shooting
“Hey, what’s up? Aren’t you going to eat your lunch? Aren’t you hungry?
Hmm. And I went out of my way to buy it for you.
Oh, I see. So you’re saying you don’t want to eat with a guy like me.
Well, I guess that makes sense.
It wouldn’t taste good anyway, eating a bento in a situation like this.
If you don’t want to eat it, then don’t. Skipping a meal or two won’t kill you, after all.
Well then, sorry about this, but I’m going to have to tie you up again.”
(Tamaru grabs the bento from Hiromi’s lap and puts it away.)
“Now, put your hands behind your back. That’s right, I’m tying you up again. If you run away, it’ll be a problem for me.
If you run away, I’ll lose my only lead on getting back the 1.5 million yen I lent your husband.
Good, good, you’re being cooperative. Oh, what lovely wrists. That’s right, being cooperative is the best trait a person can have. To tie up such lovely wrists… what a terrible person I am, hehehe…
It’s okay. I’ll tie you up so it doesn’t hurt. See? How’s that? Doesn’t hurt, does it?
But you know, when I tie you up like this, you look so cute and pretty… hehehe…”
By the way, why is this guy, Tamaru, tying Hiromi up like this and chaining her to a pillar?
Even for a vicious loan shark, isn’t it a bit too much to barge into someone’s home, tie up his wife with rope, and take her hostage?
Isn’t tying her up so she can’t escape just an excuse? Couldn’t it be that he’s actually a man who just enjoys tying women up like this?
That’s right. This guy is the kind of man who likes to tie women up.
That’s why he just strolls right into someone else’s house like this, ties up his wife, and sits there munching on his lunch box.
This man doesn’t actually have any particular plan in mind once he’s subdued her resistance.
Normally, once you’ve tied someone up and taken away their freedom, the next step would be to violate the body.
That’s the common-sense progression.
However, this man is not normal.
Because he’s not normal, he’s satisfied just by tying her up.
(Even I have to admit, he’s a strange one.)
Because he is not ordinary, the ropes this man ties possess a power that brings out a peculiar favor.
It retains body heat.
It holds his aura.
It holds a mysterious color, sheen, and scent that only those who understand can perceive.
Men who, after tying her up, spread her legs, insert foreign objects, or do things akin to rape, or men who want to do such things, are, in short, ordinary.
(To put it bluntly, without fear of misunderstanding, they are simply vulgar.)
No matter how much a “normal” man puts on a facade of being anything but “normal” while tying a woman up with rope, the rope will function only as “normal” rope inherently does.
He’s good for nothing more than tying up a square cardboard box. The more ordinary a man is, the more he wants to show off that he’s not ordinary. The rope tied by such a man could never touch the soul of someone who isn’t ordinary, that is, a true rope enthusiast.
(If anyone thinks they can, what a fool they must be.)
Well, that doesn’t really matter.
Anyway, the point is that there isn’t a single scene in this Hiromi Saotome photo book where she exposes her lower body.
That’s precisely why it’s so difficult to decide what to do with the final page, the last scene, which could be called the climax.
Actually, no, it’s not tricky at all.
If photographer Yamanouchi can perfectly capture Hiromi Saotome’s expression and posture the moment she breaks free from the persona she’s played for so long and reveal her true self, it’s bound to be an absolutely stunning final shot.
