Snare Quotes

“Mine. I want you to be mine. Give yourself to me, freely, even if it goes against everything you think is good. Being with me will be sinful … dark … bad in every way … and I will fill every painful crack in your beautiful, broken soul. I can mend you … but first, I will break you down.”
― Clarissa Wild, Snare

“Mine. I want you to be mine. Give yourself to me, freely, even if it goes against everything you think is good. Being with me will be sinful … dark … bad in every way … and I will fill every painful crack in your beautiful, broken soul. I can mend you … but first, I will break you down.” He licks my skin, his damp tongue tracing a line from my shoulder to my earlobe, before biting it softly. “Yes, Miss Carrigan. Obey me. Crave me. Tempt me. I will give you an animal in return.”
― Clarissa Wild, Snare

“Cling to the pain I give you like you’re clinging to my leg now. Let it awaken the desires inside you. Let go of your fear and let pleasure take control.”
― Clarissa Wild, Snare

“Stone cold. My body, my heart, my soul. I feel nothing. Nothing but emptiness. Stripped of all that makes me human.”
― Clarissa Wild, Snare

“There is no such thing as choice or free will. All that exists is those with power and those without.”
― Clarissa Wild, Snare

“No matter how much you prepare for the day that someone betrays you, you’re never fully prepared. All along, I’ve been deceived. The one person I thought I could trust turns out the be the one to ruin me.”
― Clarissa Wild, Snare

“As I hang from the ceiling like a strung-up doll, I feel free. His finger slides down my chest, between my breasts, and moves achingly close to my nipples before returning to my sternum. He traces a line to my stomach, leaving a trail of fire. All my senses come to life as he strokes me delicately, carefully, as if his finger is the baton and I am the instrument he’s conducting. Whimpers that must sound like music to his ears slip from my mouth. I’m a slave to his touch. This controlling man has me under his power, and I’m loving every shameful, immoral moment that we share.”
― Clarissa Wild, Snare