I will bury you in chains. Only a few will be physical.
Every little part of your life will be controlled, directed, restricted. I’ll make a blanket of chains for you, that will never feel like a burden, and only ever like something that is there to warm you, cover you completely so that no part of you is vulnerable or exposed. I’ll create an armour of chains for you, to survive the outside world, only to be shrugged off when you’re truly, completely with me.
I’ll chain everything except you, the part that I’m spending so very long trying to protect. A castle of chains, to keep the world out, so that you’ll stay safe.