“As long as you're interested, that's all that matters." "I'm interested. I'm fucking obsessed.""That's it, baby." Ben whispered. "You fuck yourself on me. Feel me all the way inside." "Oh, God," Reece gasped."You've no idea," Ben growled, "no idea what it does to me; how fucking possessive it makes me feel to see you bouncing on my cock.”

“Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you for rejecting me by never being there, fuck you for making me feel like shit about myself, fuck you for bleeding the fucking love and life out of me, fuck my father for fucking up my life for good and fuck my mother for not leaving him, but most of all, fuck you God for making me love a person who does not exist.FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.”

“You don't want me, Ben. I'm seven layers of fucked up with a side of bullshit.”

“Oh. Good. The idea that you might only cripple the guy makes me feel a fuck of a lot better about leaving you here.”

“Shit... you're not coming with me, are you?" [Butch to Vishous]"I don't feel like killing anyone anymore.""Oh. Good. The idea that you might only cripple the guy makes me feel a fuck of a lot better about leaving you here.”

“Shane: "You've got to be feeling like hitting someone, and you know I like it. Smack me around. Fuck me. Get it out of your system."Ben: "You think that's what we do? Just that?"No, Shane wanted to say. You break me apart and put me back together right, so everything fits; everything’s smooth. You put your hands on me , and you hurt me, but you do it so fucking carefully. Trust you. Love you. Need you.”