“The only sound is the audible record of her thrusts as she becomes wetter. Her beautiful voice echoing in his head, they share the sounds of their amorous flesh moving in unbridled rhythm.” — M.R. Gott Copy Share Image
“A vein throbs to the left of his forehead. It pulsates, mirroring the violence in the room.” — M.R. Gott Copy Share Image
“To these children, the door William has just come through is a portal. Being shoved through it means a trip to hell where only… — M.R. Gott Copy Share Image
“William sees it all happen again. The pain is not in the event. The subjection to it and his powerless state each time is… — M.R. Gott Copy Share Image
“Succumbing finally, she lets out a loud shriek as her vehicle stops at a red light. “Fuck.” She hollers cursing the night. Cursing the… — M.R. Gott Copy Share Image
“The only sound is the audible record of her thrusts as she becomes wetter. Her beautiful voice echoing in his head, they share the… — M.R. Gott Copy Share Image
“The dead are the past and we cannot escape the past. Without the past there will be no future.” — M.R. Gott Copy Share Image
