Brutal Quotes

“I want you to run as hard as you can until you collapse in the dirt again. Then I want to hunt you down and ruin you so completely that you'll never be able to stand being without me. I'll find all the ways to make you mine that there could ever be, and invent a few of my own.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“Because, Hazel. Now I have you. And you’re so much more interesting than taking people apart could ever be.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“That’s sixty seconds too long. I’ll make it up to you, though. I’ll cut off his fingers and make you a necklace. Then I’ll remove his palms and make you a plate. “That’s fucked up.” “Then I’ll just have to settle for ripping out his heart and putting it on your coffee table for your new centerpiece.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“You take me like you were made for me,” he purrs in my ear. “So tight for me. You like being full of my cock? You like how it feels when I fuck you like this?”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“You’re all for me, and just mine. And I will never, ever let you go.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“Me in her apartment, telling her I’ve decided to never let her out of my snare.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“I want you to run as hard as you can until you collapse in the dirt again. Then I want to hunt you down and ruin you so completely that you’ll never be able to stand being without me. I’ll find all the ways to make you mine that there could ever be, and invent a few of my own.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“Beg me to take them off instead of cut them off of you. Beg me to give you something so you can keep your dignity when you stumble back to camp barely able to walk and trying to hide that you’re full of my cum.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“Yes, you are, sweet little bunny. You’re doing so well for me. Such a good little girl for me.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“Maybe I was just jealous that someone else was touching the gorgeous girl I’d been coming out here to watch all summer.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“You're mine, aren't you? That means you're not 'nothing”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“Because they aren’t you.” “But I’m nothing—” “You’re mine, aren’t you? That means you’re not ‘nothing.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“I want you to run as hard as you can until you collapse into the dirt again. Then I want to hunt you down and ruin you so completely that you'll never be able to stand being without me. I'll find all the ways to make you mine that there could ever be, and invent a few of my own.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“I love you," he tells me, like a punch to the chest. "Maybe not like other people. Maybe it's not normal love at all, but Hazel?" He meets my eyes, still smiling. "I fucking love you to death.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“That's like asking me if I'll get bored of breathing. As long as I'm alive, I'll always want you. Maybe I love you." My heart flutters at the words. "Maybe it's obsession. Hell, I kind of think it's both. I'm fucking obsessed with you, Hazel. I will always be obsessed with you.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“You're mine, aren't you? That means you're not 'nothing.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“Virgil told me he had his hands on you.” “Only for a minute,” I reply, breathless, as he strokes his fingers up my arms. “That’s sixty seconds too long. I’ll make it up to you, though. I’ll cut off his fingers and make you a necklace. Then I’ll remove his palms and make you a plate. “That’s fucked up.” “Then I’ll just have to settle for ripping out his heart and putting it on your coffee table for your new centerpiece.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“I’m always the most likely to get caught. I get bored, and some people are just…” His gaze goes dreamy and distant. “Just my type, I guess.” “But not anymore?” “No.” “Because…?” I wish he’d get to the point, the reason, or whatever. “Because, Hazel. Now I have you. And you’re so much more interesting than taking people apart could ever be.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal

“I just want one thing, then I’ll let you go.” “No, you won’t,” I whisper, stupidly. But with my brain too focused on death, it’s hard for my filter to get in the way of all the stupid shit I want to say. His knuckles find my cheek again, like a soft reprimand, though it’s not a strike. It’s a brush, if that. A tap, at the most. “You’re going to let me kiss you, pretty little bunny, and then I’ll let you out of my snare.”
― A.J. Merlin, Brutal