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388 pages, ebook
First published June 18, 2013
"What have you done to me?" He says.
"I was going to ask you the same question."
“Despite my growing fear, I still want to be right where I am, trapped in the merciless arms of a killer.�
"I need you to help me... I've been a prisoner of Javier's since I was fourteen years old."
"And you assume I'm going to help because I am also American," he said simple.
I hesitate before I answer, "I-I... well why wouldn't you?"
"It is not my business to interfere."
"Then what IS your business? I ask with a trace of distaste. "To murder people in cold blood?"
"Yes."
"You know I'm in a lot of danger," I say.
"Yes, but that still does not make you my problem."
"Are you HUMAN?" I hate him more every time he speaks. "What kind of man would not want to help a defenseless young woman especially when she has escaped her captors and is directly pleading for your help?"
He doesn't answer.
"In the end, you can only trust yourself. I am not your hero. I am not the other half of your soul who could never let anything bad ever happen to you. Trust your instincts first always, and me, if you choose, last."
"Despite my growing fear, I still want to be right where I am, trapped in the merciless arms of a killer."
He leaves it at that and walks into the room where I continue to follow and once I'm inside, the beauty of it takes my breath away. There are four life-sized statues of Greek women wearing flowing gowns, standing tall in all four corners of this round, dome-shaped room.To my right another wall-sized window overlooks the turbulent ocean and in front of it, sitting proudly on display is the most beautiful piano I've ever seen.
I hated Javier. I hated that even though he never raped me, at least not like you expect rape to happen; he knew at first I was unwilling, that I only gave in to him because I was afraid and yet he still had sex with me and I say that's rape. But I hated him and I hated that I gave myself to a man that I did not want.
"What kind of man would not want to help a defenseless young woman out of a life of bondage and violence, especially when she has escaped her captors and is directly pleading for your help?"
life
love
trust
and betrayal
I don't think that this thing between us is love, or even lust. It's something else, something powerful and unmistakable that neither of us have been able to ignore. But it doesn't have a face. Or a name.
I am discipline. Sarai is rage.
“There is a stark difference between fear and uncertainty, Sarai. You fear nothing but are uncertain of everything.�
"The things I've admitted are things that have haunted me for the longest time. They've been buried in my soul, burning through to the very core of me, rendering me emotionless and turning me into someone entirely different than I was supposed to be."
"The first kill is always the hardest, the one you never forget. But the first kill is also what drops the chances of living a normal life by half."