After I was acquired by a rival company, I became his private property. He put a positioning anklet on me, implanted surveillance software into my phone, and even had bugs hidden in the buttons of my pajamas. "Bite here if you hate me." He pulled open the collar of his shirt, revealing the old scar, "It was left when you were sixteen." At the auction, he bought my ancestral home with a sign, but that night he knelt beside the bed holding the land deed: "Marry me, and these will be in your name immediately." I picked up the ashtray and smashed it against his forehead: "Now add a new wound, is it symmetrical?" Blood dripped down his chin and onto the land deed, and he laughed out loud: "Perfect."
