She

I will love you. And you will have no say in the matter.

You will be sitting reading.

I will step through the wall and take you by the ears.

Gold Latin will come out of your mouth.

Years will pass. We will be old.

I will have loved you, against my nature,

no other being worthy, thrown as I am on my own powers, alone there.

And as we sit together reading you will say "Did you really love me?"

And I will be terrified.
Stan Rice