There is something to be said about an independent woman, a woman that has no fear, a woman that demands authority. I have met this woman, and her name is Olivia Benson. She stands by the wall with those chocolate eyes in a white shirt and is just dripping of no compliance and obedience towards a man like me. I have met many women in my years and have conquered them with very little force, this woman was different. I had often wondered through all of my adventures if I would ever actually meet a woman that could be my equal that could give me the challenge that I thirsted for. This woman intrigued me, just being in the same room gave me a jolt of energy and the possibilities were endless. Yes, this Olivia Benson would be my greatest prize. I even admit that I am a little unnerved by her relentless tactic but in the end they all break, even she will eventually. I will have her if it is the last thing I do. She will forever remember my name; it will be embedded into her mind until the last dying breath escapes her body.