“Each day I was more vulnerable than the last. Each day he stripped away more of my sense of self. And now he'd taken the last of it, the last of me. But who did that make me? An extension… — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“I wanted a fight. I needed a fight. I was sick and tired of playing nice. I AM NOT NICE. - Caleb” — C.J. Roberts Copy Share
“Caleb fed me better food during my kidnapping than these people. I laugh at my own joke” — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“I can’t take it anymore, Caleb. I’ve tried, but I can’t,” she sobbed. “Every time I think you’re coming around, every time I let… — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“All of the tears i made her made her shed, these were his favorite. "If happy tears taste the same as the sad ones,… — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“I've seen you handle your stick, Caleb. You're much better at it than I am” — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“No one had ever looked at him that way, as if life were insignificant without him and he’d never valued anyone more than he… — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“No more movie references. No more fictional characters to relate to. This was real. It was destiny. I was…a thing, a commodity.” — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“Somehow I'd still managed to go all retarded at the sight of some handsome asshole with a nice smile.” — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“If the first lesson every slave had to learn was to accept that their wishes did not matter, then the first lesson every master… — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
“We’d come so far, and I was oddly desperate to see where we could go.” — C.J. Roberts Copy Share Image
