Tears of Tess

I want to hurt you. I want to own you. I want to devour you. I want to make you mine. I’m already yours.

monsters find each other in the dark

You Stole my loneliness. I may have given you wings, but you've become my gravity. I'll never be free of your force.

I’m offering you my pain. My blood. My pleasure. I’m offering you the right to whip and fuck. To debase and harm. I’m offering to fight your needs with my own. I’m willing to join you in the darkness and find pleasure in excruciating pain. I’m willing to be your monster, Q.

I hadn’t gone Stockholmy- I hated him, knew what he did was wrong, but my body, shit, my body didn’t care.

I promise to protect you, ravage you, hunt those who hurt you, and give you the life you deserve. My fortune is yours. My secrets are yours. And I will give you the corpses of the men who hurt you.

You may not be mine but i'm fast becoming yours

Only think of me and what I’m doing. There is intimacy in pain esclave. Let me make your pain my pleasure.

I may be a monster but I was her monster.!

I'm not afraid of hurting you. I'm afraid of how far I'm willing to go.

A human is adaptable. A human heart is not.

Q was no longer the devil. He was my master and I belonged to him.

You are no one's but mine. Do you understand?

Two things I wanted most in the world: for Q to die a miserable death, and for him to fuck me.

My role as your master is to debase you to the point of having no feelings, no emotions, no hopes or dreams

You are mine. I can do what I want with you. I can dress you. Fuck you. Send you away. Loan you to others. You belong to me. And you've finally realized it isn't romantic, it isn't sexy, or fun. It's something no one should want or desire. You're a captive.

Monsters find each other in the dark.

No one would ever find Tess Snow again. She no longer existed. I am Ami Esclave.

That night, before you sent me away, was the best night of my life. The marks you laced me with lasted a full week. Every time I looked in a mirror, or touched a bruise in the shower, I grew slick for you. You visited my dreams. I woke to aching wetness and an empty heart.

He was smooth water—effortless in refinement but just like still water, dangerous if you couldn’t swim.

I wanted to lay corpses at her feet and prove I may be a monster but I was her monster.

I’m not afraid of hurting you. I’m afraid of how far I’m willing to go.

If I was to be his for eternity, fine. He might own my body. He would never own my soul.

I’m yours. Isn’t that what you wanted?” He shook his head, temper flaring. “You’ve given up. You aren’t mine unless I make you mine!

Why did you buy me?" He leaned back, steepling his fingers. "I didn't. You were a gift. An unwanted gift." His lips twitched. "A bribe, if you will.

You’re different, I’ll give you that. They didn’t break you, but don’t think you can fight me. You won’t win.

I wanted a new label. One that said: girlfriend who will do anything to be tied, spanked, and fucked all over rather than adored.

You fucking touch a girl of mine and think you could survive?