“you were both hunter and hunted; the shadow of your thoughts was the beast which killed you.”

“She had forgotten them all; forgotten Richard down in the mud, and the marquis and his foolish crossbow, and the world. She was delighted and transported, in a perfect place, the world she lived for. Her world contained two things: Hunter, and the Beast. The Beast knew that too. It was the perfect match, the hunter and the hunted. And who was who, and which was which, only time would reveal; time and the dance.”

“This is a world of the hunters and the hunted, signorina. Tonight you are the prey and I am the hunter!”

“If you don't hunt it down and kill it, it will hunt you down and kill you.”

“Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?”

“Last night, the Hunter was hunted. Do you remember how hard I made you cum?”