I DON'T WANT HIS RENT; I WANT HIS TOTAL SURRENDER. Zane Shelton is three months behind. He owes me twelve thousand dollars and his dignity. He expects an eviction notice. Instead, I give him a contract. He will sign over his legal rights and his privacy. He will become my property. The transition is immediate. I remain in my designer suits and sharp heels. He remains naked and vulnerable at my feet. He is no longer a man. He is a domestic servant and a piece of human furniture. He scrubs my marble floors on his knees. He serves as my footstool while I close multi-million dollar deals. I invite my friends to witness his shame and mock his lace apron. I am systematically unmaking him. I dress him in my silk stockings to strip away his remaining pride. He finds a dark peace in his own destruction. He had a chance to escape, but he chose to crawl back to my feet. He begs for the discipline that keeps him bound. He is a silent, obedient creature living in the shadow of my authority. He is my exquisite ruin, and I will own every breath he takes until the end of time.