- Sinderella - My Day With Mr M - Blacked

“Sinderella,” he said, and his voice was a low rumble. “Do you know why I chose you?”

“Fear and desire are the same chemical,” he whispered. “You’ve just been taught to name it wrong.” Blacked - Sinderella - My Day With Mr M

“Tomorrow,” he said, “you go back. And I stay here. But you’ll remember that power isn’t taken. It’s witnessed.” “Sinderella,” he said, and his voice was a low rumble

We drove for an hour, past the city’s edge, into the hills where the houses didn’t have numbers, only names. The gates opened silently, and there it was: a glass monolith hovering over a canyon. Inside, the air smelled of cedar and cold steel. ” he said