“Succumbing finally, she lets out a loud shriek as her vehicle stops at a red light. “Fuck.” She hollers cursing the night. Cursing the shadows, cursing the unknown condemned she intends to meet this evening. Tears roll down her cheeks… — 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
