Bait

by Jade West

My hand tightens around my cock. The piercings ripple under my skin. I grip so hard it hurts, just like Abigail will. Scared pussy always hurts so fucking bad. Scared pussy always fights. And scared pussy always tastes the best.

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. Norman Cousins

It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then. Lewis Carroll

Unfortunately, I don’t have to be thinking about getting the morning after pill, either. The operation that saved my life took my fertility away in the same breath. Scarring. An unfortunate complication, they said. Even the thought brings tears to my eyes out of nowhere. The odds that I’ll get pregnant again are… slim. Virtually nil.

I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies. Pietro Aretino

Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds. Helen Rowland

Insanity is knowing that what you’re doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can’t stop it. Elizabeth Wurtzel

“You could knock me over with a feather,” Kelly says. “That man is fucking delicious.” “He really is,” I tell her, and then I grin. “Hung like a donkey, too.”

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. Khalil Gibran

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she whispers. “Even your scars will be beautiful.”

“You can have everything you want,” I tell her. “Just know that I’ll take your everything in return.” She smiles against my neck. Her fingers are soft in my hair. “My everything is already yours,” she says. “I just wasn’t sure you wanted it.” Oh, how I fucking want it.

I’ve cried, and you’d think I’d be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life. Conor Oberst

The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places. Ernest Hemingway

It’s dawn as I cross the road to my truck. I barely even think to check my jacket pocket for my phone, but when I do it’s there and flashing. Five missed calls. Serena. Shit. I call her back but there’s no answer. I call the landline and she doesn’t pick up.

Unforgiveness is like drinking poison yourself and waiting for the other person to die. Marianne Williamson