This isn’t love, and I’m no prince charming Once I had a taste, I had to have more. To take her. To own her. I want her at my mercy. And I intend to make her scream. I only cared about my best friend, my dog Joker, until some bastards took him away from me. I was on a rampage to kill them all. I thought she was one of them. Until I had a taste of her and something in me snapped. Now, there’s no way I’m letting her go. Not until she’s given me everything I wanted. I want to make this very clear. This isn’t love. This is ownership. And before this is all over, I’ll make her my property. She’ll be at my mercy. With a ring on her finger. A kid in her belly. Day after day, and night after night.