“You’re mine, Maria, my little rose.” He leaned down and pressed a single gossamer kiss on her cheek – the forbidden, foreign touch sent shiver’s down Maria’s spine. “And I will break you. I will make it so you can’t breathe without me. Can’t awaken without seeing me face in your mind. You’ll dream of me... and I’ll consume you. And when it’s all said and done, I’ll own you. You’ll never be rid of me. You’ll give me all I’ve ever wanted. Dreamed of. Finally... my little rose.”
