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“You look fucking beautiful,’ he said roughly. He loosened his tie with his other hand. ‘You like books and fantasy, don’t you?’ I nodded. ‘You like pretending? Ok. Well tonight you’re going to be allowed to do all the pretending you want.’ He unfastened his tie and, to my shock, tied it around my head, completely blotting out my vision. ‘Tonight,’ he said huskily, ‘I can be anyone you fucking need me to be.’ He lifted me up and carried me in his arms into the bedroom. ‘You want to imagine you’re being ravished on a pirate ship or seduced in some sultan’s palace, then do it. Close your eyes and believe whatever works for you.’ He laid me gently on the bed and slipped his hand between my legs. ‘Just feel, Lilia,’ he said. ‘No thinking, just feel…”

“Pretending to be someone else is my favorite part of any job. It’s like dressing up for Halloween, playing the part of someone evil, in a disguise used to trick the wicked into believing they’re in for a treat. Yet none of them know my monster is worse than theirs. That my monster has been forged in fire and hate, that it will always be more terrifying.”

“You don’t fucking know anything about me,” I snarl, tilting my chin up in defiance. Jake chuckles, dropping his head. Our mouths are mere inches apart, and my breathing stops. “Yes, I do, Stefany,” he murmurs, each word making his breath dance across the flesh of my lips. “And I know all the right buttons to press like no one else.” I exhale a shaky breath and laugh. “Baby, you couldn’t find the buttons even if you had a roadmap or stopped and asked for directions.”

“I wonder if anyone watches me, if someone across the street sees the glow of my bedroom, the silhouette of my canopy, the flick of my vape light, the press of my palm against glass. Do they see a girl? Or do they see the monster inside the maiden? I could be your neighbor. I could be the one who waves at your dog, the one who compliments your shoes on the train, the one who holds the door for your precious daughter. And I could be the last thing you ever see.”

“I could tie someone up with that silk scarf and throw him into the river, his bloated body bobbing up in the morning to spoil the tourists’ breakie. I could stab someone’s eardrums in with the stiletto of my candy-pink heels. I could slit someone’s eyeballs open with my mermaid scale sequin bomber jacket. And I’d look fabulous doing it. I think about that sometimes. The utility of beauty.”

“People like them never expect darkness to crawl into their perfect lives. Robots, both of them, NPCs wandering around in the matrix as a reminder to fall in line with the made up fallacy of an American Dream—a nickname for an idea so perfectly aligned with its inevitable destiny of doom it sounds preplanned. They pose as a remnant of the nuclear family, an idiotic ideal that catastrophically blew apart nearly immediately after conception—an intelligent design behind the hellscape we know as society.”

“Loneliness was never meant for the living; it was especially designed for the dying by Satan himself. Whether we’re surrounded by loved ones or not, it’s only the one slipping into the next world that is experiencing death. Dying is the loneliest moment of anyone’s life—and everyone seems hell-bent on getting there as fast as possible.”

“I’ve succumbed to the absolute power of the man that pulls, culls, calls my unwitting submission. And I’ve embraced the power of my submission to draw him in further, to have him kneeling and worshiping what he’s conquered. I’ve known surrender and strength with him. True freedom. And a hell of a lot of orgasms.”

“She has been all I’ve craved for what seems like an eternity. A long-awaited burst of life in a heart that’s been dead for so long. The fire to my wick. A throbbing pulse inside my veins. She’s beauty, in and out. Her name, Lucille, translates to light, and there has never been a name more suitable for anyone. She’s a beam of brightness in an otherwise dark and depressing world. Darkness and light. Dubh and Lucille. She pulls me with her into her light and I show her that there is beauty in darkness.”

“In her naïve imaginings, he had been like the tortured hero of a gothic romance, possessing a heart filled with dark passions borne from even darker tragedies. His gregarious charm was belied only by the shadows in his eyes, and in their clear amber depths she had thought she had seen a Byronic torment to which she might pose the balm. And she had been right about all of that, save for one crucial thing: He was not the hero. He was, in fact, the villain.”

“A swirl of dust and dirt picked up from the shadows that fell over everything in this grungy corner of the world. The dancing movement was hypnotizing. The sand and grit had rested long enough to have drifted into obscurity. But fate had different plans, and this gust of wind had lifted them and turned their obscure and unknown existence into a chaotic tempest of action that could not be ignored.”