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Obsession rules us. Our master. And we submit.
I am but a slave to obsession. Owning that is freedom, and soon my love will know that freedom, too.
Without obsession, we may be free. Peace could have a chance. But what would life be without obsession? Hollow vessels, bored and impotent. Death. It is obsession’s ultimate price. A small tribute to pay to our beast.
didn’t start out this way…I was made. Fashioned into an untouchable creature out of horror and pain.
He sees me.
side, and to free you of the dungeon where you’re lost. Pain doesn’t have to mean suffering. Between us, it can be the ultimate pleasure and freedom.”
All great love stories have an element of fear. Fear of change. Fear of forgetting. Fear of loss.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, goddess. Just the absolute tragedy that I didn’t make you mine first.”
“The second you get this wet….” he says, his voice dark, “you find me. Wherever you are, it doesn’t matter. Do not wait. There’s no reason why you should ever want for release, Sadie.”
“Folie a deux,” he says. “Madness shared by two.”
When you dig deep into the bowels of evil, you cannot hope to reemerge unscathed, unaffected, unchanged—but rather you know without doubt that your character is as fragile and susceptible to fate as the changing tide is to the sea. It’s very little to do with choice, and everything to do with risk. Sadie
