Evil wasn’t a force from some horrible underworld. It was the force inside people that allowed them to act in horrible ways.
That’s one of the things I learned about life. Just because someone does something, it doesn’t mean the rest of the world has the same idea.
Maybe it’s not about the mistakes you make but the decisions you make after the mistakes.
This wasn’t her room or her bed, and it sure as hell wasn’t her body. Tears welled and trickled slowly from eyes not her own. Then the pain started. Still, she couldn’t move. She could only endure. Terror clawed.
She grinned. Lifted herself up on her elbow so she could look down at him, and said, “Now that you’ve recovered, ready to go again?
If it weren’t for the animals waiting for her, she wouldn’t bother getting out of bed. Then, room service was a little lacking when you lived alone.
Trying to stop stupid is like trying to stop weeds from growing.