“I know it’s going to sound strange, but sometimes… I want my partner to be raped. And even though I should feel disgusted with myself for thinking that, there’s this strange warmth inside me when I imagine it. Like... she's completely broken, her clothes disheveled, hands trembling, eyes empty... And I’m there. I’m the one who finds her. The one who holds her, who says ‘It’s over.’ That moment changes everything. Because from then on, she belongs only to me. After something that horrifying, she couldn’t possibly trust anyone else — only me. Because I found her. I put her back together. She’s like a shattered vase — and only I can hold her together. She’s mine now.