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“I never act reckless,” she finally says. “I was perfect in high school, and now I’m perfect in college. I was captain of the cheer team and dated the quarterback. I’ve never been with anyone but Travis, and whenever I went to sleep every night all I could think about was how perfectly boring my life was. Always doing the same things with the same people. Eating the same foods, listening to the same songs.”
“I broke up with him because I felt like I was going insane. Perfect Blair in her perfect little box with her perfect little life. Maybe I don’t want that.
You wanna stop having to be you for the night? I’ll show you what it's like to be someone else.”
Aren’t pretty girls supposed to be scared of monsters? I am scared. I’m fucking terrified. Terrified of the monster I let in my mouth, in between my legs, and into my mind. I’m even more afraid of the marks he’s left on me. Not the ones you can see. No, those will fade away with time. The ones that have me knotted up with fear are the ones you can’t see. The marks that I can feel.
Oh, yeah, Mallory. I allowed myself to be completely and utterly stripped naked by a stranger in a carnival, both literally and figuratively. He screwed my brains out all over that fucking place. He degraded me, tied me up, locked me in a cage, and dragged me across the floor like a human-sized doll. And you know what? I fucking loved it.
“To hell with your rules, Jackson! It’s not like you followed them anyway. I can’t stop thinking about you, about what we did. I can still feel your hands all over my fucking body. Your mouth on my skin and your cock filling me up. You’re like a goddamn parasite that’s leeched its way into my brain and it’s killing me!”
“I don’t want it to just be one night. I want to feel like that over and over again. I want you to break me apart until there is nothing left of the girl I used to be. I’m not done fucking playing the game, and I don’t think you are either.”
