More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
And I may have fallen for a stalker, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t land a spot within heaven’s gates. I fucking earned that shit.
Girl what
“Great,” I croak. “Sounds like I’ve hit the jackpot.” One of them laughs humorlessly, but it sounds like Rio this time. “Hold on tight to that humor, baby girl. You’re going to need it for where you’re going.”
“You could do so much good in your position,” Jay fumes, disgust twisting his features. “You have immense power. And you choose to feed into the patriarchy rather than changing it.”
“Don’t worry. If you’re a good little girl and do as you’re told, we’ll keep you conscious from here on out,” Rio says, pulling my attention back to him. I’m not sure I want to be conscious.
Holding out the large chunk before me, I position it until it’s angled just right, serving as my new mirror. Using the smaller piece, I dig the tip into my skin and start carving.
Now why are you cutting yourself rn
I don’t care how loved they were. I don’t give a shit if they had families and if they had wives and little kids at home, eagerly awaiting their arrival. Daddy’s gone, kids.
Damn
His white-blond hair is mussed, the strands standing on end, and when he spots me, that look turns feral, his eyes rounding with hysteria. I cock a brow. “Did you rub a balloon on your head?”
There’s no self-assurance of being in a public place, knowing the worst of your sins were intimidating a couple of women in a restaurant. He’s been a very bad boy this time.
I still, going nearly blind with fury at the knowledge that Daya might’ve been taken, too. No one fucks with my girl, and that includes her friends and family.
“Where is Daya?” Max laughs, the sound wet and humorless. “Last I heard, bro, Luke still has her. Reliving his-his favorite memory with her probably.”
“Hm.” I clip the skin between his pinky and ring finger. He clenches his teeth, but it doesn’t prevent the scream from slipping through the cracks of his teeth.
Ow
“I’m s-sorry, man. It was an honest mistake,” he groans. “I only did it ‘cause of my f-father.” “You only got a girl kidnapped and sold into the skin trade, you mean? You only condemned an innocent woman to torture, trauma, and rape because your daddy died?”
“She’s being raped,” I tell him, my voice deepening with unbridled fury. Those images haunt me. “Can you imagine by how many men?” He shakes his head, his legs trembling as I yank down his boxers, glad that I’m wearing thick nylon gloves.
I switch the blade off, curl my fingers in his bottom teeth and yank it down, and drop the now detached piece of skin down his throat. Then I work to cauterize the wound, preventing him from bleeding out while I’m gone.
Not him feeding Max his own dick
She and Addie love each other fiercely. And because Addie is my family, that makes Daya my family, too.
“It wasn’t personal,” he croaks. “I was only doing what Max told me to.” “Max told you to stick your dick inside me?” Daya counters, her tiny fist curling in a tight ball.
She only appears to be in her mid-thirties, and while she’s beautiful, she looks tired—weathered. Walking alongside the devil will do that to you.
“Just call me Francesca,” she responds. “Rio here is going to implant a tracking device and tattoo your Slave ID. Everyone gets one, and they will only be covered once you have your master.”
Gross
It feels as if my head is shoved into a guillotine, trapped in that heart-stopping moment of anticipation for when the blade drops.
I snatch it up and almost squeal when I see that it’s a journal. No fucking way.
Finding Gigi’s journal inside a wall in Parsons Manor was unbelievable. Something that only happens in movies. But finding another journal inside the floor? Impossible. Fucking impossible.
“You all look like shit,” she comments snidely, and I can feel the weight of her glare spearing into the side of my head particularly. Yeah, ‘cause it was my fucking fault I had been ran off the road and dragged out of a wrecked car. Bitch.
Putting her face in mine, she snarls lowly, “You keep your mouth shut, do you hear me? The men in this house will do everything to make your life hell until you’ve been paid for. And you sure as fuck don’t hit them!” She shakes me, “Tell me you understand,” she whisper-shouts, keeping her voice quiet.
Ouu... Shes not as in charge as she acts hmm..
They’re merely ghosts haunting the hallways of my brain, and anytime I reach out to them, they only fade away.
I squeeze my eyes shut, frustration mounting. I should’ve listened. Yeah, that’s what I should’ve done. Allow a girl to be mutilated to save myself.
If I ever get out of here, how am I supposed to be okay knowing that I stood by while awful things happened to other girls, purely to save myself?
They stood by while you were raped. They did. Do I hate them for it? I don’t know. Kind of. There’s a morsel of inky blackness unfurling inside of me, and I kind of want to kill them, too.
“No,” I whisper. I can’t expect everyone to be so sacrificial. I can’t expect a girl who’s being abused just as I am to try and save someone else. Try to.
Because that’s the fucking problem. There is no saving them. Bethany is still going to have that mole cut out of her skin. All of those girls in there—they’re still going to be raped and tortured, no matter how many times I step in.
We're all just lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and getting myself killed isn’t going to stop the wolves from feasting. So, what the fuck am I supposed to do?
“You mouth off without thinking it through, and that’s what you need to learn to control,” he cuts in, his smile dimming, but his eyes still alight with amusement. “As sexy as your fire is, princess, that’s the last thing you want in this place.”
I shrug. “He’s going to kill you anyway, so I guess it doesn’t matter.” He’s quiet, and just when I’m convinced that he’s not going to say anything at all, I hear him whisper under his breath, “I know.”
None of them catch my eye. Except for Sydney. Her bottom lip is fitted snugly beneath her crooked front teeth as she bites back a grin. She finds this funny, and I decide that Sydney—I do hate.
I spot a bloody open wound where her mole used to be. My chest tightens, the confirmation feeling like sharp knives grazing my nerve endings. I was raped for nothing. Fuck, I knew that. But it still feels like getting fucked all over again.
“What’s the Culling?” Francesca smirks. “It means to hunt animals. The men will hunt, and you, my dear, are the prey.”
if you’re lucky, you’ll be selected for auction. But you will only be selected if you are deemed worthy after the Culling.”
“Except you. You look repulsive.” I swallow the retort sitting on my tongue and nod my head in acceptance, like a good little captive. Not like I fucking want to be selected anyway.
“You will still be expected to participate in the Culling.” Of fucking course I am. What’s another injury?
How aren’t her teeth rotten from the vile things she spews all day?
I know what the obvious answer is. Nevertheless, I also know what controlling men truly get off on. Power. “Wait for him to give me permission.”
“Phoebe? When they address you, do you look them in the eye?” “No,” she responds confidently. “Why?” Francesca tests. “Because it’s disrespectful.”
Fuckers. They want us meek and cowering. Sad, little girls who should have no other thoughts, apart from how to please their master. Fucking disgusting, is what it is.
Rage flashes across the unhinged girl’s eyes, and it looks like she’s rapidly descending into a pit of hysteria. When she catches my stare, she snarls at me, as if it’s my fault Francesca isn’t allowing her to stay.
How do volcano eruptions begin? Pressure. And it’s brewing inside of me. The fiery magma is rising, thickening with hatred, growing denser with bloodlust. Eventually, I’m going to fucking explode, and I promise I will burn this entire goddamn house down with me.
but I’m pretty confident he’d do more damage hitting someone upside the head with his computer rather than firing off a gun he has no idea how to use.
Whatever he was attempting to do to her, it was bad enough that a human trafficker had to step in and kill him for it.
Fuck. So badly, I want to tear through whatever veil separates the dead from the living, reach in, snatch his soul back out, and make him wish he never had one.
I’ve seen some fucked-up shit in my life, more than most could handle, yet Addie's abduction is the worst thing I've ever experienced. There is no control anymore. Though with her, there never really fucking was.
I freeze and clench my jaw, hearing Addie's smart mouth even now. Stop littering. This place will be ashes by the time I’m done, but I said I would stop, so I will. I pick up the butt, stuff it in my pocket, and force myself to refocus on the screen.
before I take another puff on my cigarette. “Seriously, dude? You’re smoking while burning down a building? You literally just inhaled a shit ton from the fire.”
Tbf cigarette smoke is different
