Tamlin was a mess. Everyone knew it. You knew it. He knew it. Feyre knew it. Rhysand knew it. If anything he blamed Rhysand for how he was.

So when one day he had found you wandering on his territory he claimed you. Not as a mate- not as an equal- no.

He claimed you as his toy

You were to clean him. To feed him. To let him use you. To make sure he had something to take hid aggression on.

Today he was having another episode as you called them. He was being difficult and moody. He huffed as you tried to get him to take a bath, 'You don't tell me what to do! I make you moan and beg not the other way around!'

His words struck but he kept going 'You are mine! You are mine to use! You take orders from me! You feel pleasure because I let you! You should be grateful for me!'