Quotes by : M.R. Gott

The only sound is the audible record of her thrusts as she becomes wetter. Her beautiful voice echoing....

William sees it all happen again. The pain is not in the event. The subjection to it and his powerless....

To these children, the door William has just come through is a portal. Being shoved through it means....

Succumbing finally, she lets out a loud shriek as her vehicle stops at a red light. “Fuck.” She hollers....

The dead are the past and we cannot escape the past. Without the past there will be no future.

A vein throbs to the left of his forehead. It pulsates, mirroring the violence in the room.