𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚
𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆
𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑠
𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡
𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬
𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬
𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑠
𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑?
𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭,
𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲,
𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥
𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚
𝒔𝒌𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒
𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒, 𝑓𝑜𝑟
𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟,
𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑙
𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥
𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝
𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥
𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦'𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑙
𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒
𝑠𝑦𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟
𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲
𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝
ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒
𝑠𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡
𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑠
𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉.
【 MORT 】
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SYNOPSIS !
In which vada ivchenko studies
the art of murder— or, more appropriately
how a girl chasing immortality falls from
the ledge of debauchery descends into
delirium.
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NOTES (!)
Reader discretion is advised. This work will include scenes of gore, murder, brainwashing, rape and suicidal tendencies.
YOU ARE READING
for I have moulded my own death. ᵐᵃʳᵛᵉˡ
Fanfictionon girlhood, cruelty and god (you have put me up for slaughter) cover made by me ©reignitys, 2023
