She is mine. My property. And no one touches my property.
I wanted her and I took her. Olivia is mine and she will get used to being mine, because there is nothing she can do about it. I don't care about keeping her captive on my property, I need her, not her opinion.
Olivia has no idea what ignites inside me, but the need I have for her is obsessive, dangerous. My needs and desires are dark. I am a morally wrong man, but what are principles and what is morality? Just an invention of human beings that is based on weakness and pity.
Not me.
I want something and I take it.
And I took her.
There are times when I just want to take care of her, to have her respond to my stimuli, to sleep curled up next to her and caress her warm skin, but there are also times when I want something more. Something more wicked and dark. And she cannot deny me that.
My enemies, realizing that she is my weakness, decide to take her from me, but as they say: take the most precious treasure from the beast and you will find the monster that lives inside.
No one takes her from me and no one but me touches her, because she is mine...
Who will subdue whom first...?
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