Until now, I could never make sense of that when he’s always done what he wanted. Stalked me, touched me, fucked me whenever he wanted. No matter how many protests fell from my lips, or how many times I fought him. He chased me when I ran, pulled me back when I pushed him away, yet would worship me at my feet if I asked him to. And I finally understand why. One cannot wield power if one does not have control over it.
Honestly I hope you die
