I wanted her the very moment I saw her. I just understood that she had to belong to me—and to no one else. She’s mine! My thing. My toy. My property! I tried to be good. Kind. Understanding. But she brings out the worst in me. She teases the beast. She plays with me, not realizing that for games like these there will be a price to pay. And the cost will be exorbitantly high. She’ll come to me herself and call me her master. Contains profanity.