First she'll bend. Then she'll break.

I was on the warpath when she put herself square in my sights.
Innocent, pure—so good that it hurts.
I made it perfectly clear from the moment I held her body against mine.
I'm not the good guy, and won't be a fairy tale story.

I'm everything she's been taught to stay away from.
Everything she's taught to fear.

She might hate me.
But that's too bad.

Because she's going to have to get used to me.

And before this is all over, I'll have her begging me for more.

To own her. To use her. To make her mine.