“I savor the idea that somewhere in Hell a note was passed to him with my thanks.” — Sansa Rayne Copy Share Image
“If I were a good man, I would bury that part of myself. I would think about it, masturbate to it, maybe even hire… — Sansa Rayne Copy Share Image
“Fatigue sets in, or perhaps their will to fight is tied to their will to live, and with one, so goes the other. Either… — Sansa Rayne Copy Share Image
“He knew that you only get one life, and so you may as well do with it what you please.” — Sansa Rayne Copy Share Image
“Sure, the idea of having some of those devices used on me elicits an acute fear of pain and desperate, futile struggles — but… — Sansa Rayne Copy Share Image
“I can’t explain why, but soon I’ve discovered that I am enjoying the specific act of fighting against my restraints. I am even smiling… — Sansa Rayne Copy Share Image
“the things I want to do with you… I have a list, and I will not let you go without crossing off every item… — Sansa Rayne Copy Share Image
“Sometimes we wrestle that instinct into a hole and bury it forever, but it’s still there.” — Sansa Rayne Copy Share Image
