Debra

“I’d rather walk a mile with a cucumber up my ass than fuck you.”
― Keri Lake, Ricochet

“And look at me; I’m like a doll barely stitched together. Coming apart at the seams.”
― Natasha Knight, Giovanni

“My work is just beginning. The easy part is over—the initial capture. It will be far more challenging from this point on. I need to set the stage for her to bond with her captor -- me. I know it will take time for her to accept her fate. In the coming weeks she’ll move through predictable stages, much like the stages of grief: shock, anger, fear, even bargaining. Eventually, she’ll realize that she depends on me – requires me -- for her day-to-day, most basic needs. Then will come the final stage, a coup de grace that is to be savored and celebrated: acceptance. Her will to survive will break down her resistance and bring her walls crashing down. That’s my favorite part—the giving over of her will.
I straighten the cuffs on my tailored shirt as I peer through the door’s window pane. It’s interesting to watch her as she shuffles across the floor on her knees, blindfolded—the chains on her feet and wrists impede her attempts to move about freely. Her wrists are bruised and bloodied from her attempts to free herself, her vision hampered by a blindfold. And yet she fights. My brave girl.”
― Suzanne Steele, Cellar Door

“I wish he would draw a rope so I could pull it from my flesh and hang him with it. I'm sure he deserves it.”
― J.M. Darhower, Monster in His Eyes