My heart, independent of my logic, had reserved a place for my tormentor and my solace.
The last true test of his soullessness – willfully stripping someone of their freedom.
He kept his enemies close, very close, so he could no longer discern where they ended and he began. Because there was no safety; monsters lurked everywhere.
Someone with the good sense to do as they’re told when faced with authority, or do as they must when faced with danger. A survivor.
Morals had no place when it came to revenge.
Not getting what you wanted was always the first lesson.
Seeing the iceberg hadn’t stopped the Titanic from sinking.
For the rest of my life, I would dedicate myself to giving Caleb every ounce of love I had in me to share. I was his and he was mine and it was everything.
She was a woman, how difficult could it be to pacify her.
Necessity was the master of invention.
I certainly didn’t want to have to pay in ass.
Would it be so horrible if I did nothing? Could I be held to blame?
Emotions were only useful to control, survive and succeed.
Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected.
He felt powerful, and nothing was more important than power.
She knew she lived in a man’s world, and she reacted accordingly.
It was an excellent aid in the forgetting process.
It was easier to kill guilty men than sell innocent women.
I had tried so hard to be something, someone. I had tried to make my life mean something.
I felt incapable of speech. I had wanted her for so long. I had dreamt of her in my sleeping hours and ached for her in my waking ones. There was nothing I could say to compare with the intense elation and satisfaction of finally having that which I had desired for so very long. Nothing except –.
This wasn’t going to hurt one. Little. Bit. He was going to make her feel good. He was going to make her feel the way she deserved to feel.