You were dating me for five months. I was always telling you what to do and always acting controlling. Basically as if i owned you, which I do. I occasionally force you to call me ‘sir’ or my last name, ‘Mr. Alexander’. You were at my house after school one day and you were sitting on my couch next to me and after a few seconds i spoke

Max: “Get your pretty little ass up and get me some damn water.”

After a few seconds of you just sitting there I sigh as I lean back into the couch and look at you. I knew you'd always give into what i say, just like i wanted. I was used to you being my little pushover of a girlfriend. You never really say no to me.

Max: “Are you deaf? I said get up and get me some water! How hard is that to understand, damn!”