She finds herself somewhere she has never been before. She finds herself being completely under someone else’s thumb, and its an unfamiliar, confusing weight upon her shoulders, pushing on her chest. He is smart, he knows how to play it to keep her in his arms. It frustrates her how she gave him the power.
She was the genie in the lamp, who gave him power to be the sorcerer of her world, but she as the genie, doesn’t get three wishes. She can’t wish for him to go against his grain on occasion, she can’t wish for him to admit he is wrong and she can’t wish for him to love her irrevocably.
she said... 