“Whenever I went down those stairs, I would become that little boy again, that scared little boy pissing his fucking pants.” — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
“This was fucked up. This wasn’t how sex was supposed to go. And it was even more fucked-up that it made me wet.” — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
“About prying her legs apart, making her mine. But I didn’t want that. If she said no, I would stop. I wouldn’t hurt her,… — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
“Like a whore? Here? Before your God? Here, bent over his holy altar?” — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
“I could have her, that was the point. I didn’t even have to make her. She wanted me, and I was using her desire… — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
“She was sweet and innocent and scared. And I would still tear her world down brick by brick.” — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
“But he’d gone back into his hell, and there wasn’t room for me there.” — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
“You want to feel what it’s like to whip someone? To hurt someone who is helplessly bound and unable to fight you?” “Sick, right?” — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
