I want to Own Her. I want her to ask me permission to leave, to have friends, to so much as look at someone else. I would tell her yes, of course, but that privilege would be mine. I want her to whimper when I so much as look at her. I want to carve my name in her thigh. I want her disobey me just so I can punish her, so she can beg and bruise and apologize.













