ELIZA POV
"You didn't chain me. Ain't I your jailbird?"
"You are my mate," he said.
"How do you know?... I mean, you are okay with it?"
"Did I give you the impression that I wasn't?"
"I don't know... I never had a partner. So I don't know if kidnapping randomly happens in this kind of thing."
"Of course, Liz. You are made for me. It is only me you'll have." He said it as a fact and my stomach fluttered at his bluntness and what it did to my body.
"Okay, so let's make something clear, I am not a property. I will not be your punching bag, slave, or a housewife."
He chuckled, it was so ethereal. "Where are you getting these ideas?"
"Because you didn't even ask me if I am okay with us? So it's clear my opinion didn't matter."
"Women don't usually have the right to decide this kin
