Selcouth . adjective
[sel-couth] . sel-ˌküth
archaic
1. odd, unusual, or extraordinary in appearance, effect, manner, etc; peculiar
2. not of one's own kind, locality, etc; alien; foreign
WARNING: This book contains the following.
- gore
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Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
God has forsaken me, and my life. He has abandoned us all. Had he not, I wouldn't be stuck in the same limbo, my body frozen in the air, floating mindlessly while pondering what he should do to me next.
In what scenario would he place me in?
On what end I will receive? Of what ending my loved ones will receive.
If I'll have a torturous and slow death.
Sick fucking bastard.
I bet he's smiling, grinning widely, the ends of his mouth reaching his ear as he drums his finger on the table. His imaginations are already running wild, he has a lot of plans stored for me already.
He's stitching me back up, filling my insides with cotton until I'm full and healthy (full of bullshit, actually). He's tying up the knots of the strings keeping me controlled and connected to his marionette bar.
Whoever they are, if they're even a he, they're treating me like a fucking build-a-bear. They're probably writing a new birth certificate for me- a new name, a new birthdate. A new family, a new backstory.
Putting me in the picture.
With a magic wand.
Now that I realize it, what if he's killing an innocent soul just to make me fit in?
Bending the world to his will, just to make his plaything follow his commands. Just so that he can rewatch the show he made and loves, over
and over
and over
and over
again.
What..?
What the hell..??
Is he sick? Is he insane?? Not only will he go as far as to make my life worse- but he'll affect everyone in the fray?! Fucking- this- this is-
I hold onto the bubble helmet that was keeping my face from the outside factors, screaming into it in pure unadulterated rage, as my hands fly to the disgusting robe that I wore (blood dripped from the sleeves, and there was a used whip that laid on my feet, having fallen off from my hold as I came to my new body), ripping it into pieces, until I saw my skin.
"W-what- WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"
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unedited; 01/07/2024
hi, i didn't like the chapter "borderline", so have this instead :))
