Traps and Gretchen Quotes

“Your beauty is a darkened form," he began, his voice shooting sparks through her pulse. "Wispy strands within a crippled storm." He slid his finger along the hair near her face. "Weaving its way into every thread... that protects my soul and keeps me dead..."
Her heart clenched and seized her breath at those words.
"Decayed fibers guard your heart...
By terror's strings, you dance the part...
My hidden masterpiece in dark so dark...
I see the rosy glow upon your scars..."
She gasped as tears flooded her eyes.
"Down to the marrow of your beautiful soul...
I'll trap every shadow in your broken bones...
I'll find you in your hellish maze...
And set a snare with my blinding rage...
Oh, I'll set a snare, of blinding rage...
My love...
My heart...
My soul...”
― Lucian Bane, Traps and Gretchen

“Kinbaku," he murmured against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her neck. "I am the rope that binds you. I am the snare that keeps you safe."
His word wrapped around her, the intensity in his voice making her tremble. His fingers slid along the length of her arm, down to the crook of her elbow, the soft stroke making her squirm under his dominance. His hand moved like a hot tether, binding her to its desire and will everywhere it touched.
"You will always be safe with me," he whispered, his lips brushing her neck as his hand continued its slow, deliberate descent down her body. "You'll always be safe with me.”
― Lucian Bane, Traps and Gretchen

“...I'll use Kinbaku."

"...It means to bind tightly. And when I use it, it will have very little to do with art and even less to do with the rope. Do you know what it has to do with? What it will mean to me?"

"It means forcing you into a position of complete submission. It means stretching you physically and testing you mentally. It means breaking every secret part of you wide open. And then it means me taking all of that and tasting it. Slowly. Because I want to savor it. I want to understand it. But if I don't like what I taste Ma Petite Fyoo-rie, I will cut the ropes. I will cut every tie they represent. And you will never see me again. But... if I do like what I taste, Ma Belle Fyoo-rie. Then, I will bind you tighter. I will open you wider. And I will devour you. I will own every part of you. I will bind up your very deepest parts and trap them inside myself until my blood flows with your blood and all that you are will become mine.”
― Lucian Bane, Traps and Gretchen

“Traps' body leaned all the ways of the rope. He discovered the freedom in loosening and the protection in wrapping. The transformation in twisting and anticipation with coiling. And his commitment to the rope was his greatest knot. The pull of that rope was its very own raging desire -- his intentions and instinct, his fate and free will, all of it danced in the weave. His choices became tethers, his fears learned freedom.That was true rope to him. In that sacred inner place, the fight between surrender and control in no way rivaled the art of holding on. The innate beauty of letting go. Each twist and turn was a song in his soul. A song that sang silently for only his ears to hear.”
― Lucian Bane, Traps and Gretchen

“The truth he hid about his obsessions with rope ran much deeper than the eye could follow. To the outsider, he was an impressive monkey tying and binding, securing, restraining, entangling, and tightening. But beneath that hid the good stuff. The ethereal strands making up the fibers of a soul. Where tying became connecting, binding became trust. Securing was safety and tightening, control.”
― Lucian Bane, Traps and Gretchen