There comes a point when you win, and you can either soothe the loser into thinking there was something in it for them or kick them while they’re down to make sure they know what just happened.
What would I do to possess her? Would I change my cellular structure? Turn my back on my identity?
I was going to break from the inside out if he didn’t bend me into nameless shapes
I carried around five tons of pain where she used to be.
Give me a number between one and ten.”“Two.”“Forget that, then. Between five and ten.”“Seven.”“That’s how many times you’re coming before sunrise…
…Tomorrow I’m going to destroy you. I’m going to mark your body and ruin your mind. By noon, you won’t know whether to laugh or cry. But tonight? Tonight I will revere you. I will build an altar of myself. I will frame you in stars.
Being under him, trapped, objectified, I lost all fear. With Jonathan, I felt safe. I felt a loss of control so complete, a surrender so honest that it became a luxurious indulgence.
I’m not about to suck your dick so you’ll make a call for me.”“And I’m not making the call so you’ll suck my dick. So, now that we’ve cleared that up, can you get on with it?
God, she was one big nerve ending, that girl, and those big brown eyes got just a little wider when she was close. And those bruises. And how she begged for them.I knew she was special the night I met her, I just didn’t know how special.
He looked as if he wanted to tear me open and crawl inside me. And I wanted him to. Fuck me. Fuck my identity. Fuck my own skin and soul.
He only said the one word. A prayer. A supplication. A breath from his heart to mine.
God,’ he said, ‘I have to have you.”Take me. Own me. Use me. Pick a verb. Just please.”Fuck you. I’m going to fuck you. That’s my verb.