That's what love is all about, isn't it?

Domination.

Such an alluring word. It positively rolls off the tongue.

Love is merely a game. Two souls, locked in combat. One must subjugate the other, or perish trying.

It was clear from the start, Davy Jones, which of us ruled the other.

But you were no different from any other proud, strutting human male, were you? You had to be at the helm.

Unsurprisingly, it was a battle fought in vain.

So your broken spirit, the tatters of your soul, lay by the wayside.

Just another victim of this demented recreation, this lunatic game.

Dominated.

What can I say?

All's fair in love and war.