The control he has over me goes beyond the ordinary boundaries of master and servant. The other Death Eaters are controlled only in mind, yet I am his in every way. My body is his to do with as he pleases. My mind is his, for I know he can see into it. My life is his, for without him, I know I would wither away and die. And my heart is his, for despite all this, every time he kisses me, every time he touches me, I love him more.