"Tears welled up in my eyes, my patience reaching its breaking point. "Constantly, I weep for you, yet you remain unfeeling, you don't even understand my love!" I exclaimed, wiping away my tears with my hands. He took a sip from his glass, a confident tone in his voice, "You belong to me, so your body is mine. Why resist? Men have desires, after all." I hesitated, wanting to confront him, "But...," I started, knowing better than to provoke Matt. He couldn't tolerate disrespect or intimidation. "You see," I choked out between sobs, composing myself, "I'd rather give my body to someone else!" His expression softened ever so slightly, "I'd kill anyone who dared lay a hand on you," he murmured. "You can't bring me happiness, and you don't wish for my happiness elsewhere. What kind of person are you?" "No, Ariane, don't question my authority," he sternly warned. Ignoring his command, I continued, "I am a woman, with needs of my own." "Come live with me, where you could have everything – be a queen, have all that you desire," he offered. "But isn't that turning me into your personal sex slave?" I couldn't help but ask, feeling the weight of his controlling nature.
