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To the living, we owe respect, but to the dead, we owe only the truth. —Voltaire
She studies me intently for a moment. “Victoria would have liked you.
Oh you have no idea how much, intuitive queen
Every man is guilty of all the good he did not do. —Voltaire
“He’s protective of us,” Craig says on a sigh. “First Hadley, now you and Donny.” “In short, one of the deputies attacked you, and you were saved by a ruthless serial killer who gets off on being stabby,” Elise quips.
It smells like death met a rotten asshole and had five puke babies.
vivid imagery. damn
“I’ll never just bend over and take it, SSA Bennett. Unless I’m bending over for you, of course.”
“And not everyone has the ability to go dark enough to slice men’s cocks off several times and torture them for days without losing all sense of humanity,” I add with a shrug.
the shrug killllssss me, she's just a chill guy your honour!!
“You didn’t fail me, Jake,” I say without turning around. “We were failed by everyone else.” I twist my head around so that our eyes meet, and add, “But you? You’re the hero in all the fairytales that doesn’t expect the heroine to put out.”
“That’s not creepy at all,” Hadley mutters. “I torture and kill men. Being creepy should be a given.”
of this morning, they no longer fear the sheriff who has always protected his son. Now they fear the one person who can break the untouchable. They belong to me now. The flock have a new shepherd to fear. Baa, bitches.
“No, you tried to attack a defenseless woman.” I really don’t like being called that. It’s rather insulting.
