Beauty of the Beast

She was cruel, and her tongue was as sharp as a razor blade. She trapped you with silky webs of half-truths and outright lies, and was so distracting in her performance that you never even realised you were ensnared until you were rendered motionless. Strings of webs cut off your blood circulation and you screamed, but she never cared. Only laughed and laughed, and dangled a knife, the key to your escape, in front of you. But the knife was never presented with the realisation it could be used to cut yourself loose. She only gave you two options, though she never directly said them. Stay there forever, or drive it into your own heart.