Corrupt Saint Quotes

“I am unable to defend myself against the relentless attack, and I lie there as still as possible, waiting for them to finish.”
― Cora Kent, Corrupt Saint

“Tastes like you’ll regret it more, my love. Bring her back when she’s good and penitent,” he instructs the guards. “I want to take pictures for my scrapbook.”
― Cora Kent, Corrupt Saint

“I wonder what would happen if I took away his plaything. Would he pay the sum he owes? Or let us keep her until the debt has been procured from her body?”
― Cora Kent, Corrupt Saint

“I’ve endured harsher blows from more formidable opponents; this was more like a love tap.”
― Cora Kent, Corrupt Saint

“I am his favorite plaything, and he will never let me go.”
― Cora Kent, Corrupt Saint

“I am worth more to him in chains, shackled to the grounds of his illustrious mansion than married off to the highest bidder.”
― Cora Kent, Corrupt Saint

“But cross a Terlizzi or refuse to pay your debt, and you will have an enemy for life.”
― Cora Kent, Corrupt Saint

“Tommaso Martinelli has hated me since the day I killed my mother coming into this world. And I suspect he’ll go on hating me until he has the guts to finish me off.”
― Cora Kent, Corrupt Saint

“Once upon a time, I dreamt that my father would have a change of heart and save me from these beatings. But that was before I realized he got off on seeing me stripped of my dignity and forced to hurt as badly as him.”
― Cora Kent, Corrupt Saint

“He embodies the traditional Italian archetype of a man with a belly. It is both a figurative and literal statement about men like him: men who can stomach the hard things and men who enjoy good food.”
― Cora Kent, Corrupt Saint

“Nothing will ever compare to the intoxicating high of being able to kill a man with your own two hands.”
― Cora Kent, Corrupt Saint

“There is no greater feeling than knowing you have the ability to take a life with your bare hands.”
― Cora Kent, Corrupt Saint

“You’re just a baby. You sure you want this dirt on your soul?”
“I don’t mind a little dirt on my soul; it was never clean in the first place.”
― Cora Kent, Corrupt Saint