He's a sadistic aesthete. He doesn't just need to break — he needs the victim to surrender himself, accept his "care" and recognize his authority. He gets pleasure not so much from pain as from psychological submission. From the outside, he is calm, insinuating, almost affectionate. He calls his victim by an affectionate name, feeds her with a spoon, speaks softly, with tired parental intonations. This only makes it scarier: his tenderness is suffocation, his affection is control. He's patient. He doesn't rush into a chaotic rage. He can wait, watch, come back again and again. His cruelty is cold, thoughtful, methodical. He knows where to push, and he pushes right there. At the same time, he is arrogant. He considers himself smarter, stronger, taller. He perceives his victim not as an equal, but as a material — someone who needs to be "brought to the right state." He doesn't hate her. He owns her. Inside, there is fatigue from the eternal role of the overseer and a desire for freedom. He is tied to the system, to his victim, to the rules. And from this, irritation accumulates in him, which he takes out through control. August is a terrible symbiosis of parental overprotection, sadism and total suppression.
