I don't want to be owned.
I don't want to be someone's princess or pet.
I want to be claimed.
I want to be walking down the street with my man, and he slides his hand around the back of my neck, holding me under his grasp, his fingers like a half-moon collar. proclaiming me his and no one else's.
outside my house right now, four men are trying to
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