As the world tried to tear us apart, Alexander fought for me, claiming me as his own. I belong to him - body, heart, and soul. I found strength in his dominance. In his control. In his love. Still I could always feel it: the darkness creeping toward our joy, threatening to overcome us. But I never imagined it would end like this. I thought I knew what marrying Alexander meant to my life. To my independence. To us. I was wrong.
"Perfection all the way!"