I want to believe in something, and right now the easiest thing to believe is that you're a liar.
This whorehouse would've gone out of business years ago if it weren't for that preacher stirring up guilt and mistrust between the sexes.
I thought you were enjoying this game, where I pretend to dominate you and you pretend to be scared. Could it be you weren't pretending?
At times like these, they say you should retreat from the senses and find a happy place in your memories. All I could do was reminisce about other occasions when I'd been tortured.
Having a vampire on the team was turning out to be quite an advantage, despite the obvious pitfalls.