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The only way I’ll ever get free is to kill my dad and his psycho sons.
“Trained her myself,” he replies with a touch of pride. “Face like an angel with the instincts of a killer.”
DUDE? HES THE HANDLER?! BRUTHUH EUGHHH
The last vestiges of my childhood were corrupted by blood.
I bring the boning knife up from beneath the pillow and slice through his dick.
Omg yes queen
She continues slicing something on the chopping board, using the precision of a sushi chef. I glance over her shoulder to see what she’s cutting, and my heart stops. It’s a severed penis.
HAHAHAA SHES MAKING A PENIS SANDWICH
“You are not eating a cock sandwich,” I snarl. “Not in this house.”
Even the sanest of women would make use of a knife in self defense.
“You can’t go around stabbing every man who shows you disrespect,” I say. “Why not?”
Who the hell kills eight men without a plan and stays at the scene of the crime to make a sandwich out of one of their cocks?
The real question is who DOESN'T do that
I’ll keep Leroi alive until I find Gabriel, and then I’ll carve pretty patterns into his flesh and watch him bleed.
the same placating tone someone might use to call a rabid rottweiler a nice doggy.
She is kinda like a rabid dog
“You really need to do something about your castration kink.”
“I’m a monster, not a mentor,” I mutter. “Then teach me to be a better monster,”
From the way he talks, he thinks I might be afraid of men. I’m not. I just want to hurt them.
For the first time, I’ve wanted to do more with an erection than slice it at the root.
It’s been so long since anyone’s asked my permission to touch me.
:(
If she were any other woman, I would treat her with a little more tenderness, but Seraphine is a potential trip to the electric chair wrapped up in an innocent little package.
“Crawl to me.”
If I screw up, she’s more likely to show her displeasure in the form of my sliced throat, or worse.
Seraphine must be tamed.
She’s oblivious to the fact that she’s spiraling toward being a serial killer.
Men are as changeable as the weather. One moment, you’re basking in the sunshine of their love, thinking it’s going to be warm forever, then it only takes one dark cloud or a gust of wind can ruin things forever.
The only way to feel right again is to spill blood.
As soon as I find Gabriel and kill those men, I’ll hollow Leroi’s eyes until he’s crying blood.
For sixteen years, I was Dad’s princess, until he decided that I wasn’t.
Every barrier I erected over the years to contain my fury disintegrate into nothingness in the presence of her pain.
Awww <3
Men don’t protect women. They only stake their claim.
Do you want to come on my fingers or the knife?” “The knife,”
I’m a kaleidoscope of conflicting emotions, ranging from arousal to terror.
Poetic.
I’m playing with fire, knowing that I’ll get burned, yet I can’t resist the heat.
I can’t tell if I’m taming Seraphine or if she’s taming me.
Bitch she is taming you like a rabid chimpanzee
For the first time in over half a decade, I no longer feel so alone.
This time when I sleep, there are no nightmares, not even a flashback. It’s as though Leroi has chased them all away with his imposing presence.
Awwww
“Are those the vegetables I cut?” I ask. He smirks. “You make a great little prep chef.”
GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET THE TENSION IS DELICIOUS
I want Leroi’s attention all for myself.
“Because being a good assassin isn’t a badge of honor. It’s the mark of a person devoid of a soul. I don’t want you to lose what’s left of your humanity.”
Any man who forces his way into the mouth of an unwilling victim is begging to have it bitten off.
If she’s the sun, then I’m Icarus, flying close for a kiss of her gleaming rays. She looks like a fallen angel, the kind that lures men to their deaths.
Not even the knowledge that she would blind a man for looking at her the wrong way could stop me from being awestruck by her beauty.
Some women are so stunning they can get away with murder.
Compared to Leroi, every man in the club looks the same.
Leroi might be a killer, but he has a heart.
How many times did Seraphine beg for mercy before her mind shattered? How many times did she replay the rape and murder of her mother?
It’s not something I want to admit, but my little murderess is seeping under my skin and burrowing her sweet way into my heart.
Seraphine is mine. I swore to protect her from the evils of the world. Myself included.
Seraphine plunges the knife into his gut, twisting his words into an anguished howl. “Now, you know what it feels like to be penetrated against your will.”
Now, he’s being violated and strangled by a beautiful woman. What a way to die.
It’s just one kiss. Just one taste. “Fuck it.” I lean down and press my lips to hers, and instantly regret it. Kissing Seraphine is like finding home. As I pull back, she loops the tape measure around the back of my neck and holds me in place.
Leroi is my peace of mind, and his presence is my tranquility.
I want to be accepted. I want to be protected. I want to be loved.
Same
