The Mirage Collection, Number 19

I like collecting things. 

Enemies. Friends. Rivals. Ex-lovers. I like seeing them close to me, gently cared for, well-kept. Utterly mine. Eager for whenever my attention gets to them.

I like having them all close by. Often sealed in a timeless embrace or locked in hypnotic slumber. Except for when I walk by, and they're forcibly woken into agonizing, extreme bondage. Encased so tightly they can just thrash left and right as they remember where they are. 

Collected and vac-sealed when memories are still fresh. I like it when their last memories are of their utter defeat, or pleasant; the last time I'll let them climax still fresh before their enclosure. 

Because art isn't just about the object. It's about the story. What do you think is the story for this piece? 🖤

Art by:  https://www.deviantart.com/creation-spawn