I was starting to fall in love with Michael Boutilier. Quickly, violently. It was a love that was both armed and dangerous, a ticking time-bomb of destruction that threatened to send my whole world up in flames--and it felt good.
Nenia CampbellI fucking love you, you know," he said. "You made my life complicated as fuck, and I could care less.
Nenia CampbellDeath is one lover who cannot be spurned.
Nenia CampbellTag: death sex horror horror-romance
We feel most alive when we are closest to death.
Nenia CampbellTag: life philosophy death-and-dying creepy
My captor grabbed me, digging his gloved fingers into my cheeks. His bloody gloved fingers. “I'm an assassin. I'm whatever the job necessitates.”
I could smell the blood; it smelled like old, dirty pennies. “Then you're a whore.”
“I'm a mercenary.”
“What's the difference?” I spat. “You sell your body for money and you have no morals.
What a joke, coming from a woman who worked for the fashion industry. Really. Starving yourself to fit into a size zero — why did that size even exist? Zero referred to the absence of something, but what did it mean in terms of a model's measurements? Her fat? Or her presence? How much could you cut away before the person herself vanished? It was hypocritical, that's what it was. I said as much, adding, “If you're so keen on me being healthy then you should have no problem accepting me for the way I am. That's what's healthy, Mom. Not being focused on all this freaky weight-loss stuff.
Nenia CampbellTag: mother clever daughter critical healthy weightloss nenia-campbell cloak-and-dagger
Did you think I'd only want you once? Oh, my, you are more naïve than I thought. Why would I go through so much trouble for a mere tryst? Does a man ride a stallion but one time before condemning it to the abattoir?
Nenia CampbellTag: sex desire wanting psychopath one-night-stand
Nobody wants to believe that existence carries on without at least taking a stumble from their departure of this world.
Nenia CampbellTag: life philosophy death dying thoughts gavin
We always vilify what we don't understand.
Nenia CampbellTag: fear understanding unknown villains
What if she wants to be hurt? What if, like a flint to tinder, I can coax her to flame? To burn for me, and only me? And I remember that girl running against the wind, and I know that there's no going back. I am her future — and she is simply that: mine.
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