" Hearing him need anything from me—it shatters my mind. My soul. I’m pieces of a person falling at his feet, and he shoves them back together however he sees fit. Any control I had fucking disintegrates. A stranger takes over my throat.
“Please, please, please—”
“Please what?” He pets me, running his hand along my hair. "

― Lana Sky , Submit (Club XXX #1)