The Cellar Quotes

“My mum was right: the longer you were with a man, the grosser they became.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“I had heard that true love is realized after a couple has experienced and overcome something huge.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“He continued driving, and with every passing second, I started to give up hope. I was going to die. The van finally came to a stop and my body froze. This is it. This is where he kills me. After”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“He was like a dog playing with a balloon; you knew it would pop but not exactly when.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“If you keep holding on to who you used to be, you’ll go crazy. Accept this life. It’ll be a lot easier once you do.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“Boys say girls were confusing when they’re the ones that are total head fucks.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“Why was I doing this? Because he could kill you without question or hesitation.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“Poppy lowered her head and bit her lip. “That’s the room where he…” she whispered. Her eyes filled with tears. “What? Where he does what…” I trailed off, realizing what she was trying to say. My blood froze inside my veins. The room where he rapes us. He and Rose were in there now. She went so willingly, no hesitation, no sign of horror in her eyes. “I need to go home,” I whispered to myself more than to them. “You need to stop this, Lily. There is no going home. The sooner you accept that the easier it will be. Trust me. Please?” Poppy said. All I could hear was the sound of my frantic pulse smashing in my ears. Shit. “No.” I sat down and tried to absorb everything. Rose was being raped in a room just feet from me. But was she? Did she want to now? Surely she couldn’t be that brainwashed that she wanted him. I gulped and felt a tear trickle down my cheek. “Lily?”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“Good evening, Flowers,” he said and gave us a charming, this is all totally normal smile. That was how he got away with it. He looked so friendly you just instantly trusted him—unless you were down here, of course. “Good evening,” they replied in unison.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“Do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” I asked as I peeled. Rose sighed and it wasn’t in sadness; it was a frustrated sigh. Frustrated with me? “No.” “Do you want to?” “Violet, can you get me an oven dish, please?” Rose asked, completely ignoring my question. That’s a no then. I felt so sorry for her. He had really screwed with her mind. Rose shoved the chicken in the oven dish and put it in the oven. She was pretending she hadn’t heard me, but I knew she would be thinking about it. How could she not? Did she know she was brainwashed? I’d”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“Loneliness was like a terminal disease. With every passing day you faded just that little bit more.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“Society had gone downhill if women thought it appropriate to act and dress like disgusting little whores.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“I missed her so much it physically hurt, like I was being punched in the gut over and over. All I could do was look, and that hurt even more. I had promised her I would never let anyone hurt her, and I failed her.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“Six months I had been living in the same hell, doing the same thing in the same four depressing walls.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“Loneliness was like a terminal disease. With every passing day you faded just that little bit more. I had felt as if I were dying for the past four years and I’d had enough.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“Get the body bag, Poppy” were five words that instantly burned themselves into my memory. They had done this before.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“I’m not entirely sure, but I think he wants a family. The perfect family. He chooses girls that he thinks are perfect, like flowers.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“The only thing that kept me from falling apart was knowing that wasn’t my first time—that he hadn’t stolen that from me too.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“Four vases sat proudly on the side table behind the dining table and chairs; one held roses, one violets, one poppies. The fourth was empty. I”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“He pushed me through the gate at the back of the park and then through the field. I tried again to scream for help, but against his palm, I hardly made a sound. He whispered “Lily” over and over while he dragged me toward a white van.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“Lily?” a deep voice called from behind me. I didn’t recognize it. I spun around and backed up as a tall, dark-haired man stepped into view. My stomach dropped. Had he been hiding between the trees?”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“My heart slowed to its normal pace as my brain processed my friend’s face and not the face of the Scream dude or Freddy Kruger. “Not seen anyone. Just got here.” “Damn it. She ran off after another argument with the idiot, and her phone’s turned off!” Ah, the idiot. Rachel had a very on/off relationship with her boyfriend, Jack. I never understood that—if you pissed each other off 90 percent of the time, then just call it a day. “We should find her.” Why?”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“The crazier he gets, the better for us.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“I’d bought no more since Mother died,”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“Why were women so callous when it came to other women’s happiness?”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“I realized that I needed to be strong and take control. Crying got you nowhere.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t find my voice. He smiled and reached in, grabbing my arm before I had chance to jump back.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“You’re losing it. Everything is going to be ripped away from under your feet and you’ll be left with nothing. You’ll be a failure. I growled from deep in my throat in frustration, picked up my plate, and launched it across the room. It hit the stairs and smashed. My heavy breathing was the only noise in the room.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“Looking into her eyes at that minute, I had never hated anyone more than her family. She was a bright and beautiful young woman, but her personality didn’t always show it.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar

“Every time he touched me, I wanted to scream and run, but of course that was impossible. It was something I would only do if I ever reached the point where I lost all hope of escaping and just wanted to end it. Rose had prepared a big breakfast with pancakes and fruit salad—and I couldn’t face eating any of it.”
― Natasha Preston, The Cellar