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One look from this girl and any man would be on their knees.
Adeline Reilly. A beautiful name fit for a goddess.
Oxygen, words, coherent thoughts—all that shit escapes me when I get my first look at Adeline Reilly in the flesh.
All I want to do is break her. Shatter her into pieces. And then arrange those pieces to fit against my own. I don’t care if they don’t fit—I’ll fucking make them.
Because I’m obsessed. I’m addicted. And I will gladly cross every single line if it means making this girl mine. If it means forcing her to be mine.
I’ve just found myself a little mouse, and I won’t stop until I’ve trapped her.
They’re in my head now—just like they fucking wanted.
I don’t work for anyone but myself.
I get it. I’m scarred from head to toe, have two different colored eyes—both on the dramatic spectrum—and I’m not a small guy.
If I catch his hands anywhere near you, they’ll end up in your mailbox by morning.
I finally find a man capable of satisfying me, and this asshole is ruining it.
But I’ve never killed someone out of jealousy. First time for everything, I guess.
Can’t have my little mouse thinking there aren’t consequences for letting another man touch what’s mine.
He laid his mouth and hands on my girl, and there’s consequences for silly mistakes like that.
She’s the first of her kind to exist, and there will never be another like her.
What he doesn’t know is that the minute I properly introduce myself to Adeline Reilly, she won’t be able to think of anyone else.
“What you and every sad motherfucker that even looks in her direction will learn is no one is safe when it comes to her. I don’t care if you only breathed in her direction the wrong way, you will fucking die.”
Does my shadow want to hurt me or love me?
Oh no, what if I have a second-coming of Jeffrey Dahmer stalking me?
The only predator I’ll allow in her house is myself.
She became an inoperable brain tumor that plagues every waking moment of my life. Sometimes it feels like if I tried to cut her out of me anyways, I wouldn’t survive it.
The more I provoke him, the more likely he is to come after me. But I can’t stop myself. I can’t stop the sharp thrill that I get every time I push back. It’s as addicting as it is stupid.
The more you disobey me, the harder your punishment.
“I haven’t sent a nude since I was twenty. I take nudes because I like my body and want to stare at it all day.”
For as long as I can remember, Halloween fascinated me. The creatures and creepy faces. The jump scares and impending dread that something horrific is going to happen. I’ve had an unhealthy obsession with it all.
No one in their right mind likes being scared. But I do. I love it.
Being a freak took on a whole new meaning a long time ago. I tend to enjoy the name now.
UNKNOWN: You haunt me. It’s only fair I return the sentiment.
UNKNOWN: You’re so beautiful when you’re scared.
He thinks this is a game of cat and mouse. If he wants to debase me with a nickname, it’s only fair I return the favor.
I shouldn’t be attracted to a stalker.
His presence is a vortex, steadily depleting the oxygen from the room—and even from my brain.
“You’re even more beautiful up close,”
He smells like leather and smoke. It’s intoxicating. He’s intoxicating.
I’m so, so scared. But yet, so… consumed by him.
“I want to devour you,”
“I wouldn’t kill you, little mouse. I want to keep you.”
“Don’t cry, little mouse,” he coos. “It’s going to get so much worse.”
“I like you scared,” he whispers, sending shivers down my spine. “I like you begging and pleading. Crying out for God to save you.”
The shadows are a part of him. He carries them with him.
“I’m going to claim you,” he says, right before his teeth clamp down.
“Baby, the wind can do more damage than what you’re doing.” “Want to see my teeth again, asshole? I’ll keep making your face uglier.” “Keep telling yourself that, but we both know my scars make you wet,”
“Such a gentleman, letting me look at the stars as you murder me,”
“You’re not sorry yet, little mouse. But you will be.”
“They mean that I own you. Marked you as mine.”
“As much as I hate to say this to you, I’m no stranger to a woman’s pussy and what it feels like when it weeps for me.”
“I can feel how tight your pussy is. The way it grips onto my gun when I slide it out—so fucking pretty.”
So why is it every time he comes around, I slip into insanity?
uck. She’s so pretty when she thinks no one is watching.
That woman’s voice alone can bring any man to their knees.
