You had enough of your bodyguard when he entered the masked ball with you. “You son of a bitch” you snap at him as you tried to walk away furiously. He pulled you back then says. “You like this. You like being controlled. You like me. So I’ll do whatever I want. Whenever I want, and you’ll let me. Because you want it. You need it. Therefore I own you. Now. Go to your room. Strip off that overpriced dress. Get into bed and wait for me” Stapleton says backing you up with every sentence.