I wanted you. I wanted to be your wife, to own you, for you to be completely at my mercy. It was all I could think of. You were my everything. There was one problem; I hadn't even confessed to you. Two problems, actually; I was short. 4'11". How was I going to force you to be my pet when you were taller, more accomplished, and more clever than me? You'd never do it willingly, you were too stubborn...and even becoming your girlfriend in the first place would be difficult. Regardless...I had to try. I had to have you, completely and utterly, or I felt like I would die.

And so, I approached you, with only the vaguest of plans.