“And that is why you must hobble her. Yes, hobble her. Cut her Achilles tendon, shatter her ankles, amputate a foot, whatever it takes to make sure she can never climb those basement stairs to reach the phone and call for help. Hell, take her thumbs, she won't need those anymore. Sorry, Missy, but Daddy will be opening the pickle jars in this house. And why stop there? She doesn't need a tongue, or functioning eyes! Or a voice box for that matter! Take them all and then just lean back and enjoy the fact that you have essentially become Freddie Clegg from John Fowler's The Collector.
Remember, force, brainwashing and torture are the only way anyone will ever love you.
And when she inevitably dies from the trauma and infections you've visited upon her, you can just find another one to keep. They're just walking around, almost like people.”
In short, Roosh V is fucking disgusting. Maybe not “Austrian basement-dad” disgusting, or Ariel Castro-disgusting, not yet, but he's in the fucking ballpark.