"I did?" Hearing her words, I felt perplexed. When did I say I would be hers? But at that moment, a flood of memories came to my mind, including the memory of agreeing to her.
"Ah, I did," I acknowledged.
"You did indeed," the woman said, putting the peeled fruit to her mouth.
"So, when you say to be 'mine,' do you mean to be yours in what way?" I asked, trying to understand the meaning of her statement.
"I said what I said," she said suddenly, leaning forward towards me, bringing her face extremely close to mine. I could even feel her breath on me.
"You are mine now, and from now on, you will do whatever I say you to do, and your whole purpose in life will be to do whatever I command," she declared.
Oh, so she meant that kind of ownership, not different than being a slave.
