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Published April 26, 2016
“You will end and begin with me, and you will love every fucking thing I make you feel.”
"Tonight, be who you really are with me, Whitney. Make me experience the final orgasm - my death.”
"The darkness I ran away from had returned to haunt me in an uncharted way."
“He’s my fucked up dreams made reality.”
The darkness I ran away from had returned to haunt me in an uncharted way. My mind had increased the brutality and extended outside the confines of my prison to punish me.
“You’re my bitch, and will take everything I give you. I don’t give a shit if you cry. I’m going to tear up your pussy and your ass.”
“You’re inviting the monster who wants to defile you. Don’t wake him. Make the right choice.”
“I’ll take you on and make you into someone you never thought you were. I will fuck up your world and make you like the wreckage I leave behind.”
“You’re inviting the monster who wants to defile you. Don’t wake him. Make the right choice. Whether or not you decide if you can do this, I won’t allow you to leave this room if there’s still life in my body. It’s either your life or my death.”
“You know what I think?” His chin touched his chest, the shadows added to his daunting presence. “I think you’re very fucking interested in me. Keep fighting it. Keep misdirecting. I’ll chase you and fuck you sore for the game you’re playing.” His teeth sank into the plumpness of his lips, lips I couldn’t steal my gaze away from. “The way you can’t stop drooling over my cock, you can’t tell me you don’t daydream about me plugging it down your throat.”
With Mason, he’d collared me with an invisible strap of leather and tugged whenever I thought about revealing my unfiltered thoughts with him.
“Every time I close my eyes, you are the lead actor in all my dirty, fucked up fantasies.”
“If I have to enter your nightmares, make them your fantasies come true, and kill your demons for you, I’ll do that.”
She was mine for fucking eternity. Always would be, and no one—not even the afterworld—would stand in the way of that.
I would always be Whitney’s anti-hero. I had one last time to do right by her and become the villain.
“You will end and begin with me, and you will love every fucking thing I make you feel.”
“You’re inviting the monster who wants to defile you. Don’t wake him. Make the right choice. Whether or not you decide if you can do this, I won’t allow you to leave this room if there’s still life in my body. It’s either your life or my death.”
“He’s my fucked up dreams made reality.”
"Tonight, be who you really are with me, Whitney. Make me experience the final orgasm - my death.
"You will end and begin with me, and you will love every fucking thing I make you feel."
“If you behave a certain way, you’ll be labeled a certain way. It’s a perfect way to reinvent yourself if you know how to work the small-town grapevine system.”
It was never supposed to happen. He was supposed to remain a porn star—the source of my fantasies—in my expansive collection of torture porn. But he found me, and he only wants one thing from me. He calls it the ultimate orgasm; death.
He gives me the illusion of choice—my life or his.
I thought my choice would be the end of my troubles, but it followed me to a town known for its close-minded, small population and hypocritical way of thinking.
My madness lurks in the shadows. It watches me and seduces me with pretty smiles and dirty degradation. It assures me that my fantasies aren't wrong. It tells me that they will star in all of my nightmares…and I want nothing more.