I’m writing this because you begged. You know how I love the begging

Will you cry? Will you miss me?

Each day I was more vulnerable than the last. Each day he stripped away more of my sense of self. And now he'd taken the last of it, the last of me. But who did that make me? An extension of him? Someone new? I didn't know. Didn't want to know.

People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night.

Girls are so strange. If another man called me a bitch and spanked me, it would not end in giggles.

I’m sorry, Livvie, I really am. You kill me. Pepper spray? I’ve tracked you all over the world and that’s what’s going to stop me―pepper spray.