"What do you mean 'what have I done'? She's mine." There was something animalistic on Merric's face when he said the words, squinting, like a predator growling softly to scare others from their prey. "No one else's. Fíann belongs to me, she always has. She's quite useful. I can do whatever I please with her family now that I have access to her. Seduce her mom... Oh wait. I did that one already." He seemed to be checking a box on a paper he's holding.
"And what do you do with things that belong to you? Well, you use them." He said it with ease, as if it was the most logical thing to be asked about. "You use them until they break, then you replace them. See... Fíann already cracked a bit. In terms of affection and activity in bed, for example. She's a great lay. But she's not enough. And what, would you want to be stuck with someone who fulfils none of your needs but could be useful in other ways? Of course not."
"She doesn't know how many girls I'm seeing on the side. She never will. It's best this way. But she still lets me use her. When I've had a bad day, which is the whole time I'm around her... Or when one of the other girls doesn't want to do it... In those cases I reach out to their families and pull some strings. Make their families see me as a saint and a blessing and force the girls to stay with me. When that doesn't work though... She's mine again. Just like in the beginning."
Merrick sighed wistfully, staring into the distance, setting the checklist on his desk and walking away from it to gaze at the big garden which could be seen from the windows. "In the beginning... It used to be wonderful. That's why I'm still keeping Fíann close. Now, she chose that we're enemies, and you know what they say - keep your friends close and your enemies closer. And then, I'm sure a part of her misses how things used to be, too. If she didn't she'd have killed me already. Fíann's a snake. Too bad she's so good at hiding it."