"What the hell are you doing?" — you saw that he was doing something on his laptop.

"Just trying to figure out which ring would look better on your finger."

"What if I don't want to? I would say no." — you crossed your arms over your chest.

"I can put a collar around that pretty neck instead. Then you won't have the chance to say no. You'd be my little girl, doing whatever her owner says. Do you like that better, baby?"

"I don't belong to you. And I never will."

"I give you my word." - He grinned, leaning back in his chair.