Little Bitty Pretty One by Shaggy erupts in the background. He smiles joyfully at the irony of the pandemonium. The girl screams, taken defenseless. He cradles her gently, her sheltered cries shaking. The woman glares in envy, her rage vibrating trough the knife she is holding. The young girl resists, terror rising in her disposition. They dance, a knife held in his mouth. It is both highly disturbing and humorous at the same time. The woman's knife glides across the wall, her facade evident; her face broken with a grimace. The other's cower in a corner, an unspoke alliance is formed.

His swift feet bring the dance to an end, and the girl on the floor. Her eyes are begging with protest. She is bound, his laughter sounds. The moment is almost sexual as he wraps her limbs together, but it is broken by the woman, chanting distressful sounds. The moment twists in unexpected glory, and the girl is genuinely scared. Slight tears form in the corners of her eyes as she is denied verbal sound. He shows mercy and the girl is momentarily set free.

The woman repeats death threats; her singsong voice perverted into words of haste. She lingers between jealousy and pure ecstasy. The passion is unknowingly strong and her movements are bitterly sarcastic.

The complete scene is altogether hard to witness. It defines the moment of pure horror. The faces of Love broken by distress and calamity. It is most sickening to remember that this is all a joke. A game of mind and rash emotion, propelled to seem enjoyable to only those who manipulate said emotions.

The most painful thing of all, however, is the rupture of beauty portrayed during the whole thing. Beautiful people, beautiful souls, outwardly disturbed. Contorted seems fitting. Twisted. Once impeccable now evil, heart shattering.

I cannot bear to witness such a seemingly meaningless event.