Amber Smith

“I scrunch up the paper, toss it in the trashcan, and light a cigarette, filling my lungs with the smoky poison while I watch my sister through my phone screen. She’s hanging from the basement ceiling, chains on each wrist, a collar around her throat, ankles shackled with a spreader keeping her legs apart. She looks beautiful in her little goth-bride costume with her panties shoved into her mouth. She’s been hanging there for hours while I made sure our bedroom was ready. It is, and I can’t wait to share the bed with her.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“I stabbed the knife down. Straight into the corner of her mattress. She clapped her hands over her mouth to muffle her horrified scream. I crooked a finger at her, beckoning her forward. “Come here, Aly,” I said, wrapping my other hand around the knife handle so there would be no mistaking my intent. “I want to watch you ride it.”
― Navessa Allen, Lights Out

“Naked. Exposed. Branded with my mouth and my initials burned into her, and little cuts from my knife. She looks perfect. She looks like mine.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“My road to hell isn't paved with good intentions - or bad - it's just my road.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Carry On