“Nothing is yours anymore. Make no mistake, Princess, Eastin might have paid the bill of sale, but we collected the merchandise. You were ours the moment you sat your sweet ass in our cab. That air you’re breathing might feel like freedom, but it’s not. If I wanted to tie you up and mail you off like a pretty little package, I could. You can make all the demands you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that you don’t have any control here. I do.”
