He never thinks of “kinder”

When she cowers, he smiles.

When she begs, he laughs.

And when she cries, he is struck with a powerful, invincible joy.

But when he lies alone at night, he wishes she would love him, so he wouldn’t need to punish her for the depths of his affection.

In frustrated love and jealous fury, he makes her cry for every time he fails to make her laugh, extracts painful payment for every time she turns away from him, leaves a mark on her face or bruises on her arms for every time she touches his heart. It doesn’t bring him pleasure, but it helps him wait for the day that she will feel the same way about him.