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"The story is about a passion so all-consuming that hatred seems to be love, ugliness looks like beauty, and evil becomes kindness. "

This literature is not easy to read, it contains a large number of scenes of violence and binding to the characters, it can also exert mental pressure towards thоe reader. Strictly 18+!


London News, the serial killer of the academy students and the entire psychiatric hospital has never been found. The deceased detective Matt Kemble mentioned them in the report as "Two options": Julie Stone — the headmistress of the academy, who was accused of raping and murdering one of the academy's students, and Mary Sturt — a well-known psychiatrist and professor of the academy. The detective had no evidence in her direction, but her name was recorded in his personal diary. At the moment, Julie Stone is serving time for the mass rape and murder of one of her students. - said the TV presenter in the electric box.

The beginning of the end.

Psychiatric Hospital "Bedlam"

— Hi, Erica, — a tall and statuesque blonde with blue eyes entered the room, — My name is Mary Sturt, I am your attending physician, - a woman in a white coat sat on a chair, right in front of the girl who was tied to the bed with black straps. On the floor lay her dark wavy hair, which had been shaved off a couple of minutes ago, beautiful pale skin with many moles, covered with wounds from the blade, deep scars on bandaged hands and crazy empty eyes looking through the ceiling.

— "M-m-Mrs. Sturt, I... my name is... — the girl paused.

— What happened? — Sturt asked, lifting her chin.

— Mmm, I forgot my name, ahaha, — the girl answered only after a couple of minutes, the manner of speech changed with each word, at first she was more timid, the next stage was hatred, in the end the girl laughed.

— Start therapy, add a few volts, — Sturt said quietly to the orderlies, who silently obeyed in response.

— Mary, I see you in my future ... — the girl whispered softly, smiling, — more precisely... Your corpse on the landing of the Jackfool Academy is familiar to you, isn't it?

— Add another volt, — there was a note of fear in Ster's voice, but the fear did not come from the words she heard, but from the fact that the girl was able to understand the situation and what happened on this place

Aah!! - the girl screamed in terrible pain, but no one heard her, no one even thought about compassion — Please, I beg you — the girl begged in a timid and pitiful voice — I said enough! Damn bitch!! — the girl's tone has changed, it has become rude, deaf.
"More!" shouted Sturt, a malicious smile spreading across her face. After shouting for about five minutes, the girl loses consciousness.

The subconscious .

— Mom, good morning. I went to school — the girl came down from the second floor and went to the kitchen, the house smelled of baked pancakes, hot milk and melted honey. After taking lunch, she said goodbye to her mother and ran to the bus — Have a nice day, Mom, I ran.

— Oh and have a good day baby, be careful. — the mother shouted after the fleeing daughter.
Ten minutes later, the girl arrived at school, white walls just like in a hospital and lockers everywhere, students can be heard laughing and how they animatedly talk about how they spent the weekend sitting on a perfectly trimmed lawn.

— Oh *****, hello!! — a blonde of small stature ran up to the girl and hugged her tightly. The girl did not hear her own name, for her it was just a void between phrases.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 27, 2022 ⏰

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