To hell with the way the modern world thinks, she won’t even try to pretend that he doesn't own her. Every touch, every move, proves his ownership, her love for him alone enslaves her in the most benevolent way. She knows that he is just as much hers as she is his, and the purest satisfaction simmers through her at that absolute truth.

Her heart is no longer hers, it belongs to him, in all its brokenness and vulnerability. She prays that he protects it and doesn't finish the job, completely destroying it.

When you walked into my life, I knew at that moment who I am, everything inside of me was no longer mine. One touch from your hand is all it took, from that second on, I knew that I will always belong to you.

I need you to tell me you're mine, to swear that you are mine, because, damn you, I need to be yours!

You will find out that I'm not like them. I won't punish your for having an accident, and I won't punish you when you do something wrong, or something I don't like. I don't hit, darlin'.