Imprisoned Quotes

“Anna studies my face, searching for deception. “You know what love is? A man who’s done the things you’ve done?” “I didn’t.” I help her secure another section of vine. “Not until Willow. I thought it was a weakness, something to exploit in others. But now...”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“They say psychopaths can’t form real connections. That everything they do is calculated manipulation. But the way Axel’s thumb traces circles on my palm feels genuine. The slight squeeze he gives my hand when a helicopter searchlight sweeps through the trees in the distance—that’s not manipulation. That’s protection, possession, and maybe even love.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“Everything I learned in my training screams at me. Psychopaths don’t form real attachments. They manipulate and use people for their own ends and then discard them. I’ve read countless case studies and written papers on it. The clinical part of my brain catalogs all the signs he exhibits—his charm, his ability to read and exploit my weaknesses, the way he slowly drew me in...”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“Sometimes, you have to cut people loose to survive. It’s nothing personal. Just business.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“I take one last look at my office. Five years of study and hoping to build a career, all sacrificed for a man who makes me feel more alive than ever. The old Willow would have been horrified. But I’m not her anymore.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“Looking at my handiwork, a familiar calm washes over me. This is who I am, what I am, the monster they made me.  I watch the blood swirl down the drain. Red staining the water—beautiful, perfect. They’re singing to me now, a symphony of screams and pleas that makes my skin buzz with electricity. More. We need more. I press my forehead against the cool tile, letting the scalding water wash over me. The burn of my knuckles feels good. Pain keeps me grounded when the voices threaten to consume my mind. “Shut up,” I snarl, but they only laugh. They know I enjoy it as much as they do.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“I see you,” I declare, stroking his face. “All of you.” For the first time, I feel I’m making love with the man, not just the monster. With each gentle movement, each tender touch, I’m discovering parts of him he’s kept buried beneath layers of violence and control.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“I’ve already crossed every line.” My fingers trace the tattoo peeking from his collar. “I’m embezzling money. I’m lying to the police. I’m planning a prison break. Maybe I’m becoming a monster too.” Something darkens in his eyes. “No. You’re something else entirely.” He pulls me closer, chains loose and rattling. “Something rare.” The hardness in his eyes softens, revealing a vulnerability I’ve never seen before.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“His grip tightens on my waist, almost painfully. “You think you know, but reading about the monster isn’t the same as living with him.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“My demons demand violence, demand I tear apart anyone who threatens her. For the first time in my life, I agree with their bloodlust. You’re going soft. Let her go before she destroys you. I can’t. Won’t. She’s mine now, whether I planned it or not. And I’ll paint these walls red with the blood of anyone who tries to take her from me. If it comes to it, I will murder every last person in these walls and bathe in their blood just to keep her.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“Willow was supposed to be a game—a naive little doctor to manipulate and corrupt. Something to pass the time, but somewhere between her shy smiles and passionate moans, she got under my skin. Made me feel things I’d never possessed the ability to feel.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“What am I doing? My fingers freeze over the keyboard. The numbers blur as reality crashes over me like ice water. I’m stealing money. Planning an escape. Endangering my mother. All for a man who kills people. Not just kills—tortures. The crime scene photos from his file flash through my mind. The cuts. The blood. My stomach lurches. I grip the edge of my desk, trying to steady myself.  “He’s different with me,” I whisper to my empty office. But the words ring hollow. ”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“My arms tighten around her waist as these alien feelings war inside me. Part of me wants to break her neck and eliminate this threat to my control, but a larger part I didn’t know existed wants to keep her close, to protect her and what we’ve built. I’ve never felt so out of control, so human. For the first time in my adult life, I want to embrace my humanity.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“Once we’re out of here, I will tattoo you. Mark you as mine permanently.” Her eyes widen. “You know how to tattoo?” “I was an artist before. Got skilled with the needle.” My fingers trail down her spine, remembering the feel of the machine in my hand. “I’ll take my time with you. Make it beautiful. Make it hurt just right.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“Willow was the only thing that grounded me. Her daily visits to service my dick became my anchor, and fuck, I feel like I’m dying when she’s not with me. ”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“Axel didn’t break me. He showed me who I really am. Every law I break, every ethical line I cross, brings me closer to my true self. The guilt I expected to feel never came. Instead, there’s a thrill in each calculated risk, a rush of power when another piece falls into place.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“My fingers input the numbers to move some of the prison’s funds through offshore accounts. Each transaction builds our escape fund, piece by piece.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“I love him, yes, but not blindly. Love makes me stronger and more precise. Each plan has contingencies, each move calculated for maximum success. I see him clearly—both his brilliance and his demons—and choose him anyway.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“Opening a new tab, I research private practice requirements in South America. My credentials would transfer easily enough with the right paperwork. A few bribes here, a falsified document there—the steps unfold like a familiar dance in my mind. I’ve already found someone who can create new identities, birth certificates, and medical licenses. The cost is steep but worth every penny.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“I trace my finger along the coastline of  Brazil on my laptop screen, imagining the sound of waves and the taste of salt air. I’ve picked a secluded villa near Florianópolis—three bedrooms, an annex, private beach access, and high walls—perfect for a new start. Mom would love the garden space. I picture her tending to tropical flowers,”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“Look at you,” Axel whispers. “The perfect little doctor, coming undone for a convicted murder and psychopath.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“What more is there?” I ask, my lips brushing his ear. He grips my hips, slamming into me with purpose, and the rough pace sends sparks of pleasure through my body. “Everything, Willow. I want all of you. Your body, your mind, your soul. I want you obsessed with me, just as I am with you.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“The truth hits hard. I’ve spent my whole life being good, doing the right thing, following the rules. And now, facing this man who breaks every rule and embodies everything I should reject, I feel more alive than ever.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“The recording in my bag could be a brick of lead for how heavy it feels. I park in the driveway and grip the steering wheel, breathing shallowly. The tape contains evidence of my unprofessionalism—the way he picked apart my carefully constructed walls like they were tissue paper. No one can hear that recording.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“Underneath that prim exterior is a woman who craves the same chaos I do. She just needs someone to set her free.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“I see it in your eyes. The hunger for something depraved.” He tilts his head, studying me. “You’re not afraid of me. You’re afraid of how much you want me.”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned

“half without effort. Yet”
― Selena Winters, Imprisoned