Behind the woman is a wall upon which she, two-dimensional, must abide in silence. Men see flesh and are moved to covet, but will not challenge he who already possesses her. But he is not those men. He uses her for misdirection, discards her when she has served her time, moves on to the next. Gradually, the wall and the women erode beneath his hand. On the day he leaves, she remains: hollow, torn by the hands of angry men.