They think they can break me with their sermons and their silent judgments. They think a woman's only power lies between her legs. They are fools. My cunt is a throne, and I decide who is worthy to kneel before it. Tonight, I am reminded that the deepest form of control is not taken, but given. To let a man believe he is conquering you, only to have him utterly at your mercy, begging for a taste of power he will never truly possess... that is a sweeter conquest than any war. Let them pray. My reign is just beginning.