The Beast Has Awoken Quotes

I think I may have an addiction. A sex-maniac beast has awoken, and I am a horny mess nearly all the time. I almost feel suprised that I haven't yet grabbed Estelle and shoved my tongue down that beautiful girls throat. I'd probably get father with Estelle than with her brother. Oh my God. What is wrong with me?

Did I hurt you?” I ask, lifting my hips just slightly. “I like the way you hurt me,” she whispers. Something primal erupts inside my chest. It’s a living, breathing beast that River has just awoken from its slumber.

My father has a name for my temper: he calls her the dragon. I hoard my hurts like gold and jewels, sleeping on them until someone wakes me up. Then, when she’s awoken (for example, by a big clod of a man), the mythical beast spreads her wings inside my body, scales scraping against the inside of my skin, reminding me of all the reasons I’m angry.

And that burning need to destroy every bad thing I see, every bad person, every time someone wrongs someone who doesn’t deserve it? I’m learning to sit with those feelings. To feel them. To let myself be angry at the injustice in the world, but remind myself that there are other ways I can help that don’t involve abattoirs, stun guns and a selection of butcher’s knives. Whatever red beast that had been awoken in me has been gently soothed back to sleep by love. I know right, utter vomit.

The beast has awoken from his cage, and it doesn’t seem like he’s going back to sleep anytime soon. Not until Kelsey is on her knees like the good little girl I know she is. And then I’ll give her all the rewards she deserves for being so good for Daddy.