Her touch could ignite fires and a kiss from her lips could start wars.
If only she knew the power she possessed.
She could stop the world turning if she just raised her hand.
But instead, she knelt. Before him.
She bowed her head and held out her hands.
And he watched her, silently offer herself to him.
He bound her wrists and led her; and she followed.
He owned her but she possessed him.