That you could fix me? What's more, that I could fix you? Well, Sorry, pet, I don't want to be fixed. - Caleb
He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within.
People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night.
Some stories aren't black and white.
This isn't a romance. You're not a damsel in distress and I'm not the handsome prince come to save you.
Above all else, I had learned the one thing every person has to learn to make it through life: the only person you can truly count on is yourself.
They say I tried to hurt my nurse. I tell them they tried to hurt me first.
Love does not always begin or end the way we wish it would.
Some men don't eat pussy. I think those men are pussies.
My heart, independent of my logic, had reserved a place for my tormentor and my solace.
In the dark, my master let down his guard and he was Caleb again. He didn't correct me. He didn't punish me. He didn't push me away emotionally. Caleb was there to hold me until the nightmares passed. He was there to tell me I was beautiful. He was there to tell me I was going to be okay. In the dark, he seduced me. I didn't want the seduction to end.
I'm telling you, monsters aren't born, they're made.
He couldn't say it. He couldn't tell her how much she had come to mean to him. She could destroy him with her rejection. If she had feigned her feelings for him - if he'd bought into her lies and her quest for freedom. . . He wasn't sure what he would do. He could hurt her.