Ryan J. Powell > Quotes

“Papa put his cock in her throat and kept it there. She vomited on it, over and over, until eventually she suffocated.” ​Rebecca grimaced before looking away. “What a scumbag,” she whispered to herself. ​“But the orgasm was amazing,” said Papa. ​Dolly slapped him across the face. “Shut the fuck up, no one asked you.”
― Ryan J. Powell, Dollface

“​Suddenly, a gush of yellow liquid came streaming from Dolly’s exposed parts. She tilted her head back, moaning, as she felt the joy of relieving herself for the first time ever. Beneath her, the urine spread throughout the dish rag rapidly. With the golden liquid quickly filling his nostrils, Papa began to wretch and cough under the weighted, wet rag. ​“Stop!” he yelled. “I can’t breathe!”
― Ryan J. Powell, Dollface

“I am all women who were wronged, all women who will be wronged, and all women who committed wrong on behalf of men.”
― Ryan J. Powell, Eight Cases of Jane

“Dollop of dick curds.”
― Ryan J. Powell, Dollface

“She begged and cried for you to stop, you fucking dollop of dick curds,” finished Dolly in her child-like voice.”
― Ryan J. Powell, Dollface

“Papa continued to gag on the flesh of his own penis, fighting violently against the small girl that had him in a vice. He couldn’t withstand any more torture, pus, or flesh. The thought of what was sliding down his throat made his stomach churn, sending leftover food from the night before coursing upwards through his body. Finding his throat, he wretched against Dolly’s hands covering him. Chunks of vomit quickly filled his mouth as it mixed with the bits of dick skin that he had yet to swallow.”
― Ryan J. Powell, Dollface

“favorite pink sweater embellished with a melting rose, bearing the motto Pretty Girls Read Horror,”
― Ryan J. Powell, Eight Cases of Jane

“​He couldn’t breathe. ​Papa’s throat constricted as he tried to cough up his balls. Beginning to feel lightheaded from the loss of blood from his groin, Papa closed his eyes and attempted to swallow. ​Nothing.”
― Ryan J. Powell, Dollface

“Yeah, Papa. I’m alive and kickin’,” she said, sashaying her hip out to the side. ​“You look sexy as fuck.” ​“I’m a three-year-old!” ​“Can I see it?” ​“See what,” replied Dolly. ​“Let me see under your panties. Just once. Please.” Papa heaved heavily as he spoke.”
― Ryan J. Powell, Dollface

“Oh, yes. I love romance and am such a girly girl, but I love horror the most. There’s just something about mixing beautiful flowers with the macabre,”
― Ryan J. Powell, Eight Cases of Jane

“She was only arrested one day ago, on January 4, 1996.”
― Ryan J. Powell, Eight Cases of Jane

“​Gulp. ​Gulp. ​Gulp. ​His asshole continued drinking the sugary mixture, holding it deep within him. However, the more that poured in, the more remnants of his insides washed back into the bottle. Small chunks of feces now floated in the main chamber of the glass container.”
― Ryan J. Powell, Dollface