Hunt Me Darling Quotes

Hold on a minute." She leaned out the window, shouted at the messenger who'd nearly sideswiped her vehicle with his jet-board. "Police property, asshole. If I had time I'd hunt you down and use that board to beat your balls black." "Darling Eve, you know how that kind of talk thrills and excites me. How can I keep my mind off sex now?

He steps closer, and this time I don’t retreat. “I lied,” he croaks. “I will follow you always. I’ll hunt you across this world. Even if you hate me, us, for it. I will drag you back kicking and screaming. Hit me, slap me, fight me. I don’t care, the pain is worth it to have you with me, darling. I love you too much to let you go. I’m too fucking selfish to let the best thing to ever happen to us walk away. You’re ours.

Only death can take you from us now, and even then, I would fight him for you.” “God,” she moans as I continue to move. “God isn’t here, Little Darling. We are your devils, and we own your soul.

He chuckles, as he continues to brush gloved fingers against my skin. “You look beautiful. Well, you always do, but this color looks almost like blood, it's hot.

I shake my head at him and he drops his hand. “I think there is something else more important going on here than how hot you think I look.” He leans closer to me and I still my movements. “Let me make something clear, Little Darling, nothing is ever more important than you.

this sentence I'm reading is terrific" i can be quite sarcastic when I'm in the mood. He didn't get it, though. He started walking around the room again, picking up all my personal stuff, and Stradlater's. Finally, I put my book down on the floor. you couldn't read anything with a guy like Ackley around. It was impossible. I slid way the hell down in my chair and watched old Ackley making himself at home. I was feeling sort of tired from the trip to New York and all, and I started yawning. then horsing around a little bit. Sometimes I horse around quite a lot, just to keep from getting bored. what i did was, I pulled the old peak of my hunting hat around to the front, then pulled it way down over my eyes. that way i couldn't see a goddam thing."I think I'm going blind,"I said in this very hoarse voice."Mother darling, everything's getting do dark in here." "You're nuts. I swear to God,"Ackley said. "Mother darling, give me your hand, Why won't you give me your hand?" "For Chrissake, grow up." I started groping around in front of me, like a blind guy, but without getting up or anything. I kept saying,"mother darling, why wont you give me you're hand ?" I was only horsing around, naturally.

The feeling of the water cascading over my body is soothing, a momentary respite from the chaos that surrounds me.

I find myself inexplicably drawn to the twisted motivations that drive individuals to commit unspeakable acts.

Let me make something clear, Little Darling, nothing is ever more important than you.

What is it that Billy Lumos says? ‘Movies don’t create psychos, movies make psychos more creative.

Don't be afraid of what you truly want, Little Darling. Embrace the darkness. Surrender.

His other hand comes up to close around my throat as he brings his face closer to mine and I whimper. “Don’t mistake us for good men, Little Darling, there is no line we won’t cross to keep you by our sides.

He gazed down at me hungrily with a question in the quirk of his brow. “I don’t know how you do this to me.” “Do what?” “Make me feel,” he said, as if that in itself wasn’t tragic. “I’d thought I hunted down all emotion to extinction.

Dear Julie: If I didn't feel that there is some good in your story, I wouldn't take the time to write a criticism of it. But there is some good in it, some points that make me feel that if you expend the effort(Look who's talking about expending the effort, I couldn't help thinking) you may well achieve your very worthy ambition. First of all, you have an ear for cadence. Your sentences flow rather smoothly, and the continuity of your paragraphs is quite good. Secondly, your imagery is sharp and clear-cut. I could smell that dank, rat-infested attic and I was more than a little in love with your pretty heroine by the time she emerged from her third paragraph. Furthermore, you occasionally achieve poetic effects which are pleasing. But, my darling niece, your villains have nothing but venom in their souls, and your sympathetic characters are ready to step right off into Paradise without one spot to tarnish their purity. People aren't like that, Julie. Take a look around you. Again, all your colors, your moods, your nusances, are essentially feminine, and it just doesn't ring true to be told that a man is responsible for them. No, Julie, it will be a long time before you speak and think and feel like an anguished old German musician of eighty! And, after all, what do you know about the problems of musical composition, or the life of an impoverised German laborer such as the landlord in his nineteenth-century environment? And how much do you know about sadism and brutality? I must talk to you about any number of points. When you get home from school tomorrow, I shall have some recommendations to make; also some assignments. I am quite excited. It well may be that I have the making of a future writer in my hands. Uncle Haskell

My darling sister is nearly as sadistic as me. She likes to be hunted and caught and fucked. She once told me she wanted to be chased through a graveyard, but unfortunately, this forest will have to do. I’ll chase her in here every day for the rest of our lives.

You like being hunted, little thing?” he hummed. “You like knowing you bring out the animal in me? That I get hard as steel imagining ripping a hole in these tight little shorts big enough for my cock to slot through straight into your wet cunt? I wouldn’t even have to prep you. You’re probably soaking wet for me already.

Elizabeth snapped awake in a terrified instant as the door to her bed chamber was flung open near dawn, and Ian stalked into the darkened room. “Do you want to go first, or shall I?” he said tightly, coming to stand at the side of her bed. “What do you mean?” she asked in a trembling voice. “I mean,” he said, “that either you go first and tell me why in hell you suddenly find my company repugnant, or I’ll go first and tell you how I feel when I don’t know where you are or why you want to be there!” “I’ve sent word to you both nights.” “You sent a damned note that arrived long after nightfall both times, informing me that you intended to sleep somewhere else. I want to know why!” He has men beaten like animals, she reminded herself. “Stop shouting at me,” Elizabeth said shakily, getting out of bed and dragging the covers with her to hide herself from him. His brows snapped together in an ominous frown. “Elizabeth?” he asked, reaching for her. “Don’t touch me!” she cried. Bentner’s voice came from the doorway. “Is aught amiss, my lady?” he asked, glaring bravely at Ian. “Get out of here and close that damned door behind you!” Ian snapped furiously. “Leave it open,” Elizabeth said nervously, and the brave butler did exactly as she said. In six long strides Ian was at the door, shoving it closed with a force that sent it crashing into its frame, and Elizabeth began to vibrate with terror. When he turned around and started toward her Elizabeth tried to back away, but she tripped on the coverlet and had to stay where she was. Ian saw the fear in her eyes and stopped short only inches in front of her. His hand lifted, and she winced, but it came to rest on her cheek. “Darling, what is it?” he asked. It was his voice that made her want to weep at his feet, that beautiful baritone voice; and his face-that harsh, handsome face she’d adored. She wanted to beg him to tell her what Robert and Wordsworth had said were lies-all lies. “My life depends on this, Elizabeth. So does yours. Don’t fail us,” Robert had pleaded. Yet, in that moment of weakness she actually considered telling Ian everything she knew and letting him kill her if he wanted to; she would have preferred death to the torment of living with the memory of the lie that had been their lives-to the torment of living without him. “Are you ill?” he asked, frowning and minutely studying her face. Snatching at the excuse he’d offered, she nodded hastily. “Yes. I haven’t been feeling well.” “Is that why you went to London? To see a physician?” She nodded a little wildly, and to her bewildered horror he started to smile-that lazy, tender smile that always made her senses leap. “Are you with child, darling? Is that why you’re acting so strangely?” Elizabeth was silent, trying to debate the wisdom of saying yes or no-she should say no, she realized. He’d hunt her to the ends of the earth if he believed she was carrying his babe. “No! He-the doctor said it is just-just-nerves.” “You’ve been working and playing too hard,” Ian said, looking like the picture of a worried, devoted husband. “You need more rest.” Elizabeth couldn’t bear any more of this-not his feigned tenderness or his concern or the memory of Robert’s battered back. “I’m going to sleep now,” she said in a strangled voice. “Alone,” she added, and his face whitened as if she had slapped him. During his entire adult life Ian had relied almost as much on his intuition as on his intellect, and at that moment he didn’t want to believe in the explanation they were both offering. His wife did not want him in her bed; she recoiled from his touch; she had been away for two consecutive nights; and-more alarming than any of that-guilt and fear were written all over her pale face. “Do you know what a man thinks,” he said in a calm voice that belied the pain streaking through him, “when his wife stays away at night and doesn’t want him in her bed when she does return?

I lied,” he croaks. “I will follow you always. I’ll hunt you across this world. Even if you hate me, us, for it. I will drag you back kicking and screaming. Hit me, slap me, fight me. I don’t care, the pain is worth it to have you with me, darling. I love you too much to let you go. I’m too fucking selfish to let the best thing to ever happen to us walk away. You’re ours.

Don’t misunderstand me, little thing. I’m not playing a game with you. The stakes are much higher than that. I’m hunting more than just your body now. I’m a greedy man, and I won’t stop until I have your soul.

Don’t misunderstand me, little thing. I’m not playing a game with you. The stakes are much higher than that. I’m hunting more than just your body now. I’m a greedy man, and I won’t stop until I have your soul.” I breathed deeply, trying to keep my equilibrium. “Well, that’s not easily won or bought.” “It wouldn’t be worth anything if it was.

Only death can take you from us now, and even then, I would fight him for you.

Oh, my Little Darling, you're so responsive, so eager to be pleasured. Does the pain enhance the pleasure for you? Does the feel of blood on my hands excite you?

Yeah, I get it. It’s all really taking a toll on us. Just remember, I’m always here if you need me, alright?

You may think you're strong, but the darkness within you is undeniable. And we will be there to embrace it when the time comes.

Well, it is a hunt for him, isn’t it? Hunting, capturing. Power. I watch the telly. I know how these serial killers work.’ He tapped his chest. ‘Just call me Patrick Jane.’ Jacquie looked at him fondly. His eyes were either side of his nose and that was where his similarity to Simon Baker ended. ‘No, darling,’ she said gently. ‘You’re mental, please try and remember. He’s the Mentalist.

The warm water cascades

I spend longer under the cascade of hot water in my shower this morning,

cascade

I take a shower. The warm water cascades over my body,

Don’t mistake us for good men, Little Darling, there is no line we won’t cross to keep you by our sides.

Sometimes the darkness calls to us," he murmurs, his voice carrying a weight that resonated within me. "And it takes a certain kind of person to answer.

While others shy away from the horrors that plague our society, I find myself inexplicably drawn to the twisted motivations that drive individuals to commit unspeakable acts.

For those who grew up wanting to play all the dirty games… Well, how about the dirtiest game of Truth or Dare you hopefully won't regret…

Let me make you a promise, Little Darling. Giving in isn’t the path to losing yourself, it's the path to finding yourself. And once you taste the ecstasy that lies beyond fear, you will understand.

start moving, but I can’t help but watch Vane over my shoulder as I stagger away. The blood pouring out of him and the surprise on his face. The Dark One thought he was invincible. I think we all thought so too. He drops to his knees, clutching at his chest and though he just tried to hunt me down like an animal, I can’t shake the fear that he might die and this is the way he will see me last—a terrified girl who betrayed him and then left him for dead.

Roxy, I need you to listen for once and keep that pretty mouth of yours shut until I’m done. You’re the love of my life, darling. Someone I didn’t even know I was searching for all these years. But you’re here, and I love you more than words, which is why I’m giving you these keys. I know you can never love me the way I love you when you’re not free. I’m hoping, I’m fucking hoping, that even though you can leave, that you’re free, and I promise you are. We won’t chase you, we won’t hunt you. You are truly free… I’m hoping that you will still want to stay. With us. Love us, Roxy. I know I’m not asking for something easy or simple, I’m asking for everything, but I can’t not. You’re our heart, Rox, our living, beating heart. The piece we were missing from our family. You turned our world upside down. We aren’t good men, we aren’t soft or loving, we are hard and our hands are stained with blood. But I swear, I swear if you stay, you will never want for anything, and no one will ever hurt you again… well, apart from us. We will love you effortlessly, always, even when it’s hard or hurts, when we are hateful and dark, even when we scare everyone else but you.” I step closer and pass her the keys to her car. “So, I’m here, begging you not to leave, even though you can. I will lose all sense of dignity and pride for you. I’ll do what they can’t.

You have ten seconds to hide. Then I will seek you out." "Your fantasy is hide-and-seek?" she asked. "No. My fantasy is the chase. I am going to hunt you, and when I find you, I will bury myself so far inside you, the only thing you'll be able to say is my name." That seemed fair. She feigned considering this proposition and said, "Will you use magic?" His smile widened. "Oh, this will be much more fun with magic, darling." She narrowed her eyes. "But this is your realm. You will know everywhere I go." "Are you telling me you don't wish to be caught?" It was her turn to smile.

I will follow you always. I’ll hunt you across this world. Even if you hate me, us, for it. I will drag you back kicking and screaming. Hit me, slap me, fight me. I don’t care, the pain is worth it to have you with me, darling. I love you too much to let you go. I’m too fucking selfish to let the best thing to ever happen to us walk away. You’re ours.

I've always been drawn to the darkness," I admit, my voice softer now. "But with you two, it's different. You're the darkness I'm not afraid to embrace." Tristan's hand finds mine, his grip gentle yet firm. "Then embrace it, Little Darling. Embrace all of us, like you were always meant to.

He whispers in my ear, his voice laced with sadistic delight, "Oh, my Little Darling, you're so responsive, so eager to be pleasured. Does the pain enhance the pleasure for you? Does the feel of blood on my hands excite you?

Besides, it seems to me, since my pleasure is more or less a foregone conclusion, the main object of the exercise ought to be your pleasure. A rather elusive creature, I've heard. Fascinating sort of quarry.' 'Wait a minute. You're hunting down my orgasms?' His laughter burst out like a rifle salute. 'Kate. You damned magnificent creature.' He rolled onto his back, bringing me with him. 'Yes, my darling. That's exactly what I'd like to do, on and on until the end of my life.

God isn’t here, Little Darling. We are your devils, and we own your soul.