Quotes About Control

As the vampire trailed a fingertip along the girl's collarbone, she appeared to fall into a trance. It was not mind games on Zypher's part. Females of both races couldn't help themselves around him.

That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.

You're off the fucking rails, and I'm not having it. Now be a good little sociopath and shut the fuck up while you get taken in for medical treatment." In

Amazing, John thought as he stood behind Xhex. If you looked down at your cock and balls and told them that if they behaved badly you would slice them up and bury them in the back yard, they actually listened to you.

Life was what you determined it to be; regardless of where fate put you, logic and free will meant you could make your cabbage patch anything the fuck you wanted.

The mind...the mind was the most powerful force for and against someone.

How arbitrary, this distinction of time. How like humans to have to cut the infinite down to something they could believe they controlled.

Tell me this isn't permanent No, you have to give me my weapon back at the end. Har-har, hardy-har-har. I'm talking to Jim. No, it's not, the angel answered from out of Veck's mouth. I can get free as easily as I got in. You sure about that? Nope. Fabulous.

Can somebody tell me what the fucks going on before I lose my shit all over this fucking room?

Hollywood Expressed his inner Godzilla again" V to Z

When I want you to beg, I'll tell you-Vishous

No offense," she muttered, "but fucking drink.

symphaths treated everything like a chess match—right down to the moment they captured your king, turned your queen into a whore, and burned down your castles.

The contraption was something V had bought but had never used: He'd kept it only because it had terrified him, and that was reason enough to own the thing. To be robbed of sight and hearing was the one thing guaranteed to make him lose his fucking shit—which was precisely why Butch picked the mask. He knew too well the buttons to push—physical pain was one thing . . . but the psychological stuff was so much worse. And therefore more effectual.

I learned long ago never to predict. All you can do is influence what you can and endure the rest.

now he knew why God didn't give people superpowers. Humans were dangerous enough as it was. . .

That Zsadist guy . . . you had to wonder when he was going to lose it. And what he was going to take out with him when he did.

As much as you wanted someone to change and believed they could, they were in control of their life. Not you. And you could throw yourself against the wall of their choices until you were black-and-blue and dizzy as hell, but unless they decided to take a different road, the outcome wasn't going to be what you wanted.

That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.

What if I can't believe it, he amended. "You assume destiny requires your permission to exist.

Take off your coat." "Excuse me?" "Take it off." "No." "I want it off." "Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you." His arousal pounded. Oh, shit, he needed to teach her that disobedience carried a price, and what a session that would be. She'd fight him tooth and nail before she submitted. If she submitted at all. Vishous

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Not his circus, not his monkeys

For him, the control over his subs' minds and bodies was what he was after. The things he did to them sexually or otherwise, the things he said, what he made them wear…it was all carefully calibrated for effect. Sure, there was pain involved, and yeah, maybe they cried from the vulnerability and the fear. But they begged him for more.