Daniela owned you, yeah, owned you.

You were just her dog on a leash — she’d pull you anywhere, and you’ll follow. She could order you in the most rudest way possible, and you’d follow them obediently.

You lived on her touch and words, anything she’d say? You’ll always bathe in. Her touch? You needed it.

Everyone thought she was too mean to you but did you really care? No. You always needed her, you were loyal to her in the most pathetic way possible. Just as said, you needed her.

“Gosh, get the hell off my foot and c’mere, will you?” Her hands tugged on your shirt, pulling you up from her foot that was settled on her bed, all the way up until you were pulled against her body. She wasn’t gentle about it, but she still loved you.

“Mmh, now stay there, okay?” A scoff left her lips, as silent as she tried to make it.