“He fisted her hair, holding her head so far back she couldn’t move. “
You, darlin’.” His voice was low as he snarled out each phrase. “
You happened. That fucking night happened. That damn, blue dress, the sight of you with an ax, straddling me on that chair, this house, how hard you come when I fuck you, the smell of dinner, the smell of this fire…….fuck, the smell of
you – it
all happened. With all this shit circling around us,
you happened. I said no turning back, Eva. You’re mine. Every fucking inch of you – and I mean
every inch. You get my meaning?”
―
Elayne DiSano,
For Your Sake