“You are mine! You belong to me” he said in a strong possessive voice, while shooting his finger and pointing at me and then to himself.
It was all a plan.
He had it figured out. Executed perfectly.
Well, I mean, it had to be perfect because it worked.
Was I the "zebra" and the man the "lion?"
Me, his captured prey?
Or, was I the kitten that's been touched by a human's hands only to be tossed away?
I sat there. Not sure whether to cry or accept finality.
“You will be my wife, if not now later. We are destined. Do you have any idea how long I've waited for you?”
I felt sick.
Was the man fucked up or right?
“You're crazy” I told him.
Annoyed, he answered, "no matter who you marry, how many kids you have, how far you move, we will end up together."
I felt like a young girl. My future chosen.
Did his "cunning mind" create this so that I would have little chance to fully love anyone "other than him?"
Was this my destiny? A caged prey?
Am I meant to be with him; living "this dream?"
I felt sick, yet excited. I love him.
I believed his every word.
I leaned over and kissed him.
“You belong to me” he repeated, once more.