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191 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 1, 2016
Crime is something that runs through my blood.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Finding Lila was how I justified every fucking sin I've made, day in and day out for the past six months.
This is a beautiful tragedy. Something that in any other world, any other circmustance, would have made an epic love story, but here in the depth of this cellar, locked in a room no one knows exists, there can be no happily ever after. This story ends here. In this room. With me and him.

Would it be wrong of me to take her with me? I feel things for her - there is a comfort with her I've never experienced, something so right and natural

She and I - we both know the truth: the concept of love is the grandest facade man has ever dreamed up.
Love. Because it, in a nd of itself, is a prison. And one I don't ever want to escape.
love was never meant to be easy, it was never really meant to be understood. It was merely meant to exist

“Crime is something that runs through my blood. Born into it. Raised in it. I’m numb to it, and when you are numb to bloodshed, ir order to keep your hands clean, you have to remove yourself completely.”
“I’m not hoping to find love. No, I’m wanting to manufacture it, bottle it, and sell it to the highest bidder.”
“I’m in love with the man I should hate, and I believe he’s in love with something he must kill.”




“…what good is freedom to a bird who has no wings?”
“It’s not why I’m keeping you here that matters, it’s why I’m not letting you go…”
“Love – out of all the emotions there are, is the one which can cause the greatest upheaval of a person’s soul for it is the only emotion that promises to give you something in return. Even when that emotion is nothing more than a lie…”
“He fucks me with his movements and makes love to me with his words.”
“The door slams shut and I’m left to self-reflect on the fact that, since the day I was born, I have found comfort in the arms of a murderer.”
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul…” ~ Pablo Neruda
Abuse cracks the mirror of self-perception, causing flaws in the way you view yourself and the way you accept how others view you.
I feel much like Lucifer luring an angel from the realms of heaven; however, the devil wouldn't feel guilt pressing down on him like I do.
Two broken people together - that will either end in something so unreal and raw that all those fractured pieces of the two of us will fuse together or we will only break each other further until nothing is left.
